We arrived at 10:30AM in Zagreb by train from Ljubljana. When my hubby and I walked out of the train station, our jaws dropped. How can so much change in just 2 hours by train? Zagreb is like a fusion of a Western European and Turkish city. It has the grandeur of cities that boasts of its spot in the list of UNESCO World Heritage City but also the friendly and welcoming people you would find in small villages.
We had pizza for lunch at a pub called Mali Medo recommended to us by the owner of Hobo Bear Hostel. It is definitely the best pizza I've had outside of Italy. Even though it still didn't make up for the lost I felt from not purchasing that shawl, it definitely helped me take my mind off of it for a while.