Thursday 25 August 2011
Milan came to our van gesturing frantically that we should hurry down to the restaurant where the journalist from Split was waiting. Her name was Mia, and with her entourage, Charles was interviewed. She had a serious attitude and a friendly manner and had been writing for seventeen years.
We met a woman from Austria who hipped us to the fact that the Old Wall would be closing in twenty minutes and we would need to hurry if we wanted to see it. Instead we opted to leisurely take the winding alleys and cobblestone streets that led to the fort. When we came upon it, it was like out of a movie: polished marble floors and thousands of swallows in the air. Since we'd arrived in early evening, the lights were turned on the fort and we were given another whole effect.
Eating a gelato, we walked from the marina to the apartments where people were still living. There were many stalls and curio shops that Charles had not seen when he visited forty years ago. We drove our van to the adjoining town of Lapad, pulled into a narrow side street, and had spaghetti and pizza for dinner at a nearby restaurant then retired.
Milan came to our van gesturing frantically that we should hurry down to the restaurant where the journalist from Split was waiting. Her name was Mia, and with her entourage, Charles was interviewed. She had a serious attitude and a friendly manner and had been writing for seventeen years.
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| Approaching the Old Wall |
After sharing some of our experiences and our appreciation for Camp Sirena, Charles exchanged cards, Milan gave us grapes and cantaloupe, and we left for Dubrovnik. We drove through a piece of Bosnia Herzegovina, our eleventh country, then in the blasting heat we approached the ancient city of Dubrovnik. Parking in the Old Town was so full we had to circle all the way back to the highway and reenter before finding a paid parking spot.
We met a woman from Austria who hipped us to the fact that the Old Wall would be closing in twenty minutes and we would need to hurry if we wanted to see it. Instead we opted to leisurely take the winding alleys and cobblestone streets that led to the fort. When we came upon it, it was like out of a movie: polished marble floors and thousands of swallows in the air. Since we'd arrived in early evening, the lights were turned on the fort and we were given another whole effect.
Eating a gelato, we walked from the marina to the apartments where people were still living. There were many stalls and curio shops that Charles had not seen when he visited forty years ago. We drove our van to the adjoining town of Lapad, pulled into a narrow side street, and had spaghetti and pizza for dinner at a nearby restaurant then retired.
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