Day 46 - Croatia
I admitedly do not know much about Croatia, or that whole slavic region of Europe, but my image is one of war torn nations, still recovering from recent hostilities. Dubrovnik, however, is a gem of the Mediteranean. It rang out with charm and magic.
Too, one on the strangest things was the re-immersion into Western society, tourism, and all the things that go along with it. It was actually very peculiar to be in a land full of white people and latin languages again.
We happened to have arrived on the last weekend of the tourist season and the place was jam-packed with sight-seers. There were three cruise liners, our boat, and a couple other bus loads of people roaming about, and while it was a bit overwhelming at first, having spent the last 40-some-odd-days in what could only be descrived as a small, floating sub-section of Japan, by the end of the trip I was beginning to realize how much my life has changed, and how much I missed Western life.
Anyway, we ended up having the most delightful day. We stopped at the store to pick up supplies, cheese, wine, brea, olives, and fruit, and headed straight for the beach. A infatuating little cove with a diving rock and naked people...yep...that's right...mny first European beach adventure. Now, I had to buy a swimsuit in Turkey, and while I love it, it is moderately conservative. However, now having gone to a real European beach, I wish I had known that I could get away with ANYTHING...REALLY. Body type does not matter at all...you can dress as modestly or scantily as you want on European beaches and it is fine! I wish I had known...ah well, lessons to live by.
After a perfect asfteroon, evening, and sunset swimming, eating, drinking, and all in all being merry, we headed to this amazing cliffside bar on the oyutside of the city walls. The moonlight glowed down on us as we listed to a live lute and drum band play. The sea glittered green, teal, and inviting. After a couple glasses, we couldn't help but be drawn to the water like children, and we swam well into the morning hours.
It was such a perfect day.
The second day in Croatia I put on my tourist hat and headed up to the top of the city walls. I spent the morning with a gelato in my hand walking the perimeter of the city 50 feet above it all. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, and I drank in the sunshine as I watched the city wake from sleep, as it began its day anew. Absolute bliss...
Too, one on the strangest things was the re-immersion into Western society, tourism, and all the things that go along with it. It was actually very peculiar to be in a land full of white people and latin languages again.
We happened to have arrived on the last weekend of the tourist season and the place was jam-packed with sight-seers. There were three cruise liners, our boat, and a couple other bus loads of people roaming about, and while it was a bit overwhelming at first, having spent the last 40-some-odd-days in what could only be descrived as a small, floating sub-section of Japan, by the end of the trip I was beginning to realize how much my life has changed, and how much I missed Western life.
Anyway, we ended up having the most delightful day. We stopped at the store to pick up supplies, cheese, wine, brea, olives, and fruit, and headed straight for the beach. A infatuating little cove with a diving rock and naked people...yep...that's right...mny first European beach adventure. Now, I had to buy a swimsuit in Turkey, and while I love it, it is moderately conservative. However, now having gone to a real European beach, I wish I had known that I could get away with ANYTHING...REALLY. Body type does not matter at all...you can dress as modestly or scantily as you want on European beaches and it is fine! I wish I had known...ah well, lessons to live by.
After a perfect asfteroon, evening, and sunset swimming, eating, drinking, and all in all being merry, we headed to this amazing cliffside bar on the oyutside of the city walls. The moonlight glowed down on us as we listed to a live lute and drum band play. The sea glittered green, teal, and inviting. After a couple glasses, we couldn't help but be drawn to the water like children, and we swam well into the morning hours.
It was such a perfect day.
The second day in Croatia I put on my tourist hat and headed up to the top of the city walls. I spent the morning with a gelato in my hand walking the perimeter of the city 50 feet above it all. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, and I drank in the sunshine as I watched the city wake from sleep, as it began its day anew. Absolute bliss...
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