And Then It Poured
Trip Start Aug 01, 2006
35Trip End Dec 29, 2006
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We stayed in a little apartment set back from the farthest portion of the harbor. It was fine and spacious but nothing exciting. After the first day the weather started to change and turn as foreboding and unpredictable as Christy's mood when she is hungry. Rain started coming down in variable strength and in variable amounts of time from fifteen minutes to two hours. The run off that ran down the narrow walled alley by our apartment flowed like a small ankle high river. Everybody who was walking along the waterfront would jog balled up and with squinting eyes to go underneath the awnings of café's to huddle like a bunch of wet refugees. Due to the unpredictability of the rain, several languages would be going in hushed tones discussing everybody's favorite conversation topic, the strength of the rain and when would it stop. Every so often a member of one of these groups would make an educated guess that the rain was abating and would dash out from the safety of the awning. Everybody left behind would get excited and immediately start debating in loud voices their chances of staying dry and the wisdom of their decision. It was like a duck leaving the flock to confront a dog while the rest of the ducks squawked in excitement. At one point a café owner took a metal pole and poked the awning to get some of the pools of water off of it
One night a five-year-old German girl who was playing with Collette came up to our outside table and started talking to us or at us in rapid fire German with short pauses to giggle and to stroke her ponytails. At first I tried to tell her I didn't understand. When she persisted, I simply started repeating the last two syllables she said. This would cause her to either nod her head enthusiastically, or giggle, or both. It lasted about fifteen minutes. On paper this seems a relatively short period but I challenge anyone to watch a TV station in another language and not change the station in ten minutes. Christy tried to get her to count to ten in German to no avail, but finally got her to sing German Christmas songs.
Our last day2 was spent walking up and over a small pass to get to the other side of the island. This side of the island's sole attraction was a sandy beach, which are in short supply due to the rocky coastline. The blustery wind frothed up the ocean into almost surfable waves and the beach umbrellas swayed like leaves of grass. We drew some animals in the sand3 with sticks and decided to head back. I wanted to go the long way and see the castle on the hill and one of our party members4 wanted to call it a day and go back and have a cappuccino. Luckily the smart one of our group prevailed and as we took our first sips of coffee the rain started to fall in starts and finishes and then in earnest. The rest of the day was a wash5 due to the power going out for the whole island. No matter most forms of entertainment on the island, such as watching the ferries unload and pick up tourists or trying to stop Collette from chasing cats, required little technology and absolutely no electricity. We, too, were soon on the ferry with Collette's newfound German friends heading for a bus and a really boring town.
1 Christy is waiting for Italia to get Collette's first hair cut. I have no say in the matter what so ever.
2. This is when I found the key to the Cavtat apartment that we had to mail back. Sorry.
3. I did two very good dinosaurs.
5. Another clever and witty double meaning.