Our trip to
So yesterday morning, we saunter across the bridge, through the towers, down the marble road and discover that the Italians have arrived in mass—it is August, when
Random Note #2—Crossing Borders
Thursday we entered the twilight zone of pre-EU when crossing borders was not always easy—or maybe equitable with the 21st century experience of crossing from
We took a bus tour to
The twilight zone came when we were returning—supposedly to be in
The explanation I was given is that
The result for us was that we missed our final night in
Random Note #3—Eavesdropping
Yesterday we needed to be at the airport by —which gave us time to enjoy the restaurant we had missed the night before—due to Random Note #2.
Proto Restaurant was not a disappointment--offering excellent food, sophisticated but pleasant service, a nice roof top terrace and upscale touches. It was a nice way to end our time in a lovely country.
This note, though, is about the unintended entertainment provided by 5 Windsong Cruisers—3 heavily made-up matronly women with much costume jewelry and two men and a patient, kind forbearing waiter. It was a comedy, but one that accounts for the bad rap Americans sometimes get. There must have been 15 minutes, minimally—Ken says longer, of questions by the women ascertaining the ingredients, preparation, portion size, presence of garlic, thickness of mussel broth and things I can not even remember regarding everything on the menu. Then there was amazement when they learned that the wines being suggested were Croatian—“Croatian wine? How interesting. Imagine that.”
In the meantime, one of the men spent the time hiding behind the wine list, held up to completely shield his face from view. The other man just stayed out of it all, pretending not to be there but then ordered half a liter of wine for the 5 of them. The waiter never became impatient or rude—he was a perfect gentleman throughout it all, patiently answering every question. Once in a while he would look over at Ken and give a little quirky smile—we had already spent some time talking with him, not about food. It was all Ken and I could do to control our laughter.
When we left, I mentioned to the waiter that he was an amazingly patient person. His response was “There were many questions, weren’t there?”
Random Note #4—
One day we had our landlord’s son, Teo, take us to Mostar in
It was an interesting day as much in the driving and seeing as in the stopping at places. Much evidence of the destruction of the war is still very evident and eye-opening for those of us who have not experienced the violence of war. There seemed to be greater poverty in the border area than in the places we saw further into the interior. But—as with
Random Note #5—Fish
If you like fish—as fresh as it comes—then
Random Note #6—A Favorite Drive
One of my most favorite
Random Note #7—Casey
Finally, no entry is complete without Casey. Ken and I were so anxious to see him after two weeks plus, that we broke speed limits all the way from
Now tonight, he has already left us as he, Camilla and Alessandro have gone overnight to a Tuscan beach town. But, such memories are ones he will carry for a lifetime and we are happy he will have them. Everyone here marvels at the relationship of these children—as Casey told someone “we're closer than best friends.”