Whoa!

Okay, never mind all the crazy details. I barely get the time to share the main ideas of my journey.



Leaving Bol was very sad. I almost cried because it was so beautiful. I loved the refreshing waters and quaint town where I quietly enjoyed ice-cream a lot. I loved it but I have to tell you about Dubronik.



I spent I think about six days there. We had been having these weird thunderstorms where it rained cats and dogs for fifteen minutes and then suddenly stopped. There would be violet lightning flashes illuminating the sky like a light show to say good-bye. We ran from place to place and the last day we bathed in the water while it began to pour. It was sort of ironic, we were so attached to getting the best swimming days of our lives that we dared to go swimming even in bad weather.



I watched parasailers try to use the wind as the ocean started dashing.



But, to the point:



I went to Dubrovnik, the walled city that is the most famous if not the most visited attraction in Croatia. It is a small walled city, built Venetian style that is over 500 years old.



On the car ride there, we had to keep the girls very quiet for Mato so he could concentrate. We maneged as one does, kindly reminding them, keeping them busy with coloring. We slept a little bit.

We said bye to the cousins and hello to Svanko at the airport.

My suitcase was the biggest, mainly in bulk not so much in weight.

The first thing I honestly thought when I saw the high walls was "Is this is a castle?"

We had to walk up a drawbridge, the kind wher there is a 20 foot gap over what used to be a moat and is now a garden. As we quickly rolled our suitcases down step after step to the apartment, I tried not to slip on the age-old steps . . .

erm, I'm in Sweden and have to go pony a horse to the arena which is a ride from the summer field.