My mother land
Nothing is more complicated then my family tree. My mother grew up in Germany but her parents are from Croatia (dad) and Serbia (mom). Two countries that hate each other but two hearts that loved each other. It's a classic Romeo and Juliet story. They married and moved to Germany where my mother was born. Here's the kicker. My dad is more German than my mother and he was born and raised in Muscatine, Iowa. "Wait, how?" you might be thinking but it's actually quite simple. In the 17th century tons of Germans moved to Iowa. Why, I don't know. Not much is poppin' in Iowa. (No hate to Iowa, I'm a Hawkeye fan. #gohawks). So as of right now my grandfather, grandmother, aunt, uncle, etc. all live in Germany.
I miss my family every day. A ocean between us separating people who want to be with one another more than anything. The love in this family is stronger than anything I have ever left in my life. So much love and happiness. We are a crazy bunch but we love each crazy.
Our vacation aboard Le Lyrical was a life changing experience. My brother and I realized on this trip that our life was a lie. We aren't Germans like we thought out whole lives. Our deception of Germany or German culture had been distorted by our family. We thought that all these years that all other Germans were like our family but that's not the truth. I did notice that I never felt completely at home in German will other Germans. Something was off and when we went to Croatia. It was this feeling of belongingness. We just fit in like we were a part of it the whole time. I was as if Croatia was waiting for us to come home to it. The people welcomed us open arms and open hearts. The sense of love we got from them made me want to never leave.
I thank Croatia for their amazing culture, food, people, scenery, and love. Most of all I thank Croatia for finding me and welcoming me home. I look forward to many more visits.