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When I landed in Bari, I had the company of Trevor, a 20-something free spirit from New York on his way to meet his father in Dubrovnik. Since we were both heading towards Croatia via the same Jadrolinija ferry, we decided to explore the city together. It didn't take but a few hours to realize that we were different types of travelers. Trevor liked to check things out at a steady pace, while I stopped at anything that caught my eye to study and photograph it. We soon seperated and went our own ways, appreciating the time our trips followed the same path, but knowing that we'd enjoy our journeys better on our own paths.
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