finally, internet!

goosh, dont know where to begin..
so far weve drunk about 65 litras of water and sat about 39 hours in trains.
now in sarajevo, but Ill tell about that later.

pula was amazing. the mediterranean is so beautiful,
and the cliffs were awesome. on friday we arrived there
very tired, cause we spent the night in the park in zagreb and half
of it in the train. the hostel was very far from the station
and it was something like over 30 celsius..
but oh the joy when we got there and had the chance to plunge
in to the sea!
that day we just chilled, and as I mentioned earlier got to know
to the sealife with some locals :)

saturday we enjoyed some beach life and heded to the town.
pula has the history of being like this holiday city to the romans,
and it has biggest amphitheater and some other ruins from that time.

after sitting about three hours in one cafe we thought about getting back to the hostel.
milka and I took the stuff we just shopped (for example 9 litras of water)
and stayed to wait for the bus and tytti and lotta walked.

after we had waited for the bus for about 20 minutes we started to get a bit irritated,
so we ended up trying one thing. just to have something to do, we started to have a conversation with speaking in tongues. it was way cool! milka said something with her prayerlanguage and I responded. we did it and started to walk to the hostel. and so for the whole journey we talked to each other with our prayer languages. I seriously have no theology to back this up and we dont even know if that kind of a thing is approriate to do, but wow it was encouraging!
our spirits were strenghtened and couraged so much! and also it was good practising, cause it opened up the gift of translating the tongues. and its funny how sometimes the spirit understood what we talked about though our minds didnt.

after being back at the hostel I was at our tent (we slept one night in a dormitory (bed-hooray!) and the second in a tent) I heard some guy talking to his phone about how his friend had hit him and hed lost a tooth. he really was pissed off. I hoped he could end the talking so I could ask if I maybe could pray for hi, but he didnt.

so we went to hang out near the beach (the hostel practically was at the beach).
I have my sticks on this journey with me. the kinds you can throw in the air and whirl around and do all cool things, and they surely have been a blessing!
we were just sitting and playing with the sticks and people came to ask if they can try them.

and a guy came to look for his shirt and he ended up being the guy who bunched the other guy who was talking on the phone earlier. they were two boys from england and we ended up talking with them. I asked the phoneguy if I could pray for him, but he didnt want me to. but we seriously had quite a conversation.. he really had passion for the stuff he talked about.
we shared our thoughts about God and a bit of our life stories. he had a really hard time understanding that Im not religious though I believe in Jesus :)
tried to expalain the difference between faith and religion to him. its just so hard, when people have this one image of the church and they think thats what Jesus is.

then still talked a bit with some really nice scottish before going to have some sleep.
we had an early train to catch the following morning. the plan was to get a train to zagreb and change for a train to sarajevo.