Currently? At a very tiny airport in Zagreb, waiting impatiently for another two hours to pass so I can get the first leg of my trip over with. Then Frankfurt, where hopefully I find lunch with my last 10 euros, and finally Toronto, where I find out if my backpack, and more importantly, bottle of wine, has so far made the journey in one trip...

OMG, I know we all hate layovers but I had NONE the first flight change, literally sprinting for the gate...I just hope the luggage made it too!

The bag, and more importantly the wine, made it to Toronto intact. One more leg to go.