Liburna Korcula

... this time Efren jumped in and did some marathon swimming (as opposed to just dipping toes in the water like yesterday in Hvar). After the swim we bought our ferry tickets, returned the bus tickets (almost a full refund!), cleaned up and found a wonderful restaurant for dinner. It was called Konoba Brisula. We tried the local specialty, pashticada, and loved it. Pashticada is braised beef in a slightly sweet wine and herb sauce, served ...

... to go away but it never did. The salt was eating away at any **** that was left in there. I layed on the beach for the rest of the afternoon and tired to get them nice and dry. I was successfull. They were looking really good and the pain was starting to relax a little. It was a nice day, worked on the tan, took some pictures of my bloody war injuries and called it the first day at the beach in Croatia. The next morning I woke up tired mainly because I couldn't ...

... day for the next three days, though on bikes we hired for free from the hostel. We stopped for picnics on the shore and watched as a wedding party arrived on the island in the middle of the lake and a brave groom carry his wife-to-be up the steep steps leading to the chapel (apparently it's good luck if he makes it all the way to the top of the steps without dropping her). One day, during our regular circuit of the lake ...

... far, I have a little conversation with God on the way to wherever I'm going, including setting a limit to however much I want to pay. My limit is getting smaller, and it keeps getting met, so I'm very thankful for that! Anyway, I didn't want to spend more than 200KN (20 pounds) on the accommodation for the night, but knew it was going to be busy so I made sure I was the first off the ferry and into the Tourist Information to ask for a room. She directed me to a room ...

... the shuffling, pushing queues that are possible at San Marco in busier times, but I could guess easilz enough at the privilege of being able to wander around at mz own pace, with space around me and all the time in the world. As the weather got better and better, we spent a lot of time on the water visiting the other islands which were also wonderful. I was enchanted bz Lido. Verz much of it was locked up for winter, so it was a ...

... Collette got to exercise current American diplomatic policy on a small group of older Croatian kids. She chased them around with a big stick until she was over come by exhaustion and sat down. The bus came and we left Ston. Even boring places have their charm but only for about a day. 1. The rest of the Americans we have met have been humble and friendly. 2. I am still upset about it but I figure he might need the extra seven dollars more than me.

... it feels a little awkward for me, but when in Europe you do as the locals do. Funny story - the girls were complaining about these Brazilian guys at their hostel trying to get them to hang out with them. Apparently, they were quite glad to see me today because they missed having me around, and they liked the fact that, unlike the Brazilians, I don't try and "entice" them (as Emilie puts it). Ha ha ... I guess I'm just not a very enticing guy for women! Reminder ...

... a honeymoon vacation into a deeper place of pilgrimage and exploration, inwardly and outwardly. Our practice is returning as a routine, and our journals are visited more often with our written thoughts and reflections. We miss home, but are also settling into our moments and into our relationship in beautiful ways... There is an adjustment phase to travel... Getting used to the movement -- the changing climates, languages, cultures, people. Finding stillness within amidst so much ...

... was peculiar, but he was very nice. He showed us where we could get some good, inexpensive, food and wrote down what we should order. We thanked our new Montenegrin born, Swede sailor friend who lives on the island 6 months of the year, and left to walk around the town center. He had pointed not far down the street and said that once you make it there, there is nothing more to see. At the time, it seemed like a queer remark, but by the time that we had walked it, we ...

... it is so recent? We were hesitant to seek information about 'The War'. Who are we, as foreigners, to ask strangers to share their experiences, to request that they bare their past in order to satisfy our curiosity as outsiders? A garrulous waiter in Old Town, Evo, was more than happy to talk about his expereinces. He was eight years old during 'The War' and remembers it as a 'good time' when soldiers frequented his Father's cafe, stayed in people's homes and allowed little boys to ...