It is truly difficult to describe the glory-oskiness of this place. Our hotel climbs up the seaside hill, floor by floor (check out the picture from across the bay), each room with a balcony facing the water view. First thing this morning (before coffee), we hunted down our bike box in the “Disco Room” of the hotel, a dark, cavernous room full of bike cases of all descriptions. We dragged our box down to the poolside/beach level so Larry Black, who sold us our bike 13 years ago at Mt. Airy Bikes, and would put it back together for a small fee (rather than us spending three stress-filled and bickering hours putting it together ourselves). Well worth the peace of mind once we head out for our daily rides, starting tomorrow. Our reward for the Big Drag was a lovely breakfast on the outdoor terrace overlooking the water.
We spent the morning in the Old City, walking the wall all the way around, with a view of the sea on one side and roof tops of churches and residences on the other. Could. Not. Believe the perfect weather. Not a cloud in the sky. Sleeveless top, sandals, cool breeze. Beyond my wildest dreams. Down below, we walked the narrow streets (no car could get into the city, even if they were allowed). Had a great lunch of fresh salad and fresh fish (see pic of aftermath) with a fun waiter who said “American? Very crisp American accent. Like Steven Colbert.” I said I loved Steven Colbert, which prompted, “Then we have something in common. Are you single?” One thing led to another and lunch ended with a kiss (also see pic).
It was a beautiful 20 minute walk down the hill from the hotel to the Old City, but after many stairs up to and on the wall and a couple hours walking the cobbled streets, we opted for a short cab ride back. The cabbie was the only “rude” Croatian we have encountered so far. Didn’t use a meter, told us 60 kroner, then said he had no change when all we had was a hundred. Joe, being an experienced foreign cabbie-haggler (this was child’s play for him compared to what I had witnessed in Istanbul last spring) held him to the original price. We have spent the rest of the afternoon on the terrace drinking coke, following instructions NOT TO NAP at all cost to get over jet lag and gazing upon the beauty before us—craggy coastline, islands sharply rising out of the crystal blue water—and counting our blessings.
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