FENG SHUI OF THE SQUEEGEE
KARLOVAC, Croatia – I stare at the pea-green gas station. How exactly is this a distinctive property? What do I review: hose length? Chip selection in the mini-mart? The chi of the soapy water bucket?
My assignment is to examine elite accommodations, short-listed by savvy locals, throughout rural Croatia. Except these scouts had clearly never ventured outside the capital's ringroad.
"That's, what, our eighth dud?" Edward announces. "Gonna be a long week."
No, I decide. Time to throw in the towel. And the expense account ... ouch.
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