Author’s note:
This post covers the day of July 27th. I wrote it while on the plane flying to
Cologne, Germany on July 29th.
Friday was a beautiful day. We could sleep as late as we wanted. We had nowhere to get to by
sundown. But of course I woke up
early because my body was used to it.
I went to use the bathroom, came back, and my watch alarm started going
off. I had forgot to turn it off,
but I was waking up automatically at 7 anyways.
I grabbed my computer and enjoyed the fastest and most
consistent internet connection I’ve had since I left home. I wanted to go outside, but my laptop
battery was dead, so I was tethered to the outlet. I did admire the view out of our window and snapped a few
pictures. We went to breakfast at
around 9:30. Then I sat down to
write, write, write. I posted a
couple days on the blog before heading down to the beach to join Smith. The water is cool and clear. You can see the bottom even though it
takes quite an effort to touch the bottom. The scenery is beautiful. We had our own private area for guests of the house we were
staying in. The only complaint is
the rocky beach makes walking around a little uncomfortable. But all in all it’s a paradise. I have a very strong feeling that I
will be back to that exact spot again.
The house is beautiful, the owners are nice, it’s one bus stop away from
Dubrovnik, it’s amazing.
After a while, I went back to the hotel. I was just about to leave to meet Smith
at one of the two beachside restaurants for lunch when the owner of our house
brought me a huge plate of bread and cheese with olive oil. I couldn’t say no, and it was delicious
besides, so I ate it, then met Smith for lunch. I couldn’t finish my seafood pizza, but Smith had no trouble
with his array of seafood. The
mussels were especially good. Very
fresh, still bursting with juices, not the dried up tiny piece of meat in a big
shell you usually get.
After lunch, I did a little more blogging on the terrace,
then went down to our private beach area for more swimming and sun. I remember being the most relaxed I’ve
been in a long time while stretched out under the late afternoon sun. Smith joined later. Then we went to dinner at the other
beachside restaurant. We ate squid
risotto and some grilled meats (pork and a Croatian dish called cevapcici). We finished off two 1 liter bottles of
wine and had a couple shots of rakija, a homebrewed liquor, while the sun set.
We went back to the hotel after dark and drank some more
rakija that we had bought at the grocery store in Split and watched a bit of
the Olympic opening ceremony. It
seemed an expected disappointment to me.

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