“old town” and travel housekeepingcouch view out our window Travel Housekeeping We arrived to our apartment in “old town” Dubrovnik located inside the fortress where only foot traffic is allowed. Our apartment is the 2nd floor of a gentleman’s house. And right above an ice cream shop which makes for awesome people watching! Our Aussie friends, Lynette and Roger, turned us on to apartment vacationing ... we are grateful. You see, if you leave Australia you leave for a length of time because the travel is so long. They know how to do this distant travel stuff! We quickly washed our 24 hour travel clothes in the mini washer and hung them out on the line shared by Croatian pigeons. Will let you know how that works out! Just spent 45 minutes wrestling with the stove that requires a few Hail Marys and a google search to turn on! Ah, coffee is required after this long trip! Our bodies say it’s 10 in the morning but it’s 5 pm in Dubrovnik... Finally a cup of the hot stuff but not before contemplating a nip which we carried here from the Ernst annual nip hunt at Easter. No, I’ll wait for coffee! liver still thinks it’s 10 am. Our handsome young taxi driver tells us Dubrovnik is supported mostly by tourist... so “thank you for coming”. He also tells us to walk the fortress and bring water. I suspect this walk has hurt some tourist in the past. He also says the tram to the top of the mountain for sunset can not be missed. We pay him in kuna and he is amply impressed that we took the time to bring the right currency... we smile. But admittedly still don’t understand how a cab ride can cost 275 kuna... We are “acting as if”. In our sweet little apartment in Old Town ... home of “game of thrones”... Marks ready to explore! Later! oh! When you have 3 of everything for 12 days it’s important to use the washer❤️ what the heck? Abracadabra ! How do I turn this on? People watching out our living room window to coffee or to nip? That is the question? currency confusion!
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Flight to MadridFlight 6166
It’s a transatlantic flight on an airbus. The water closet is just that... a closet big enough to make three rotating steps in a concise circle. Acrobats and contortionist are the only candidates for the “mile high club”. ..sorry, I was suddenly distracted and launched into a life 40 years ago. We scored an upgrade to the bulkhead seats from the sweet girl behind the Iberia counter, who took pity on my black and blue self. This is the first benefit from surviving the collision with the wood chipper. A week has passed and still it hurts to shower. Water pressure on this bruised self is just plain painful. I’ve been told to walk the cabin several times an hour. As I made my way down the long line of cabin seats to the WC I must have hit the knee caps of 12 sleeping passengers who spilled out from their seats stretching for comfort and then came CRASH...me. The plane is dark except for the illumination of the independent tv screens on the backs of each seat. “The Showman”, marjong, the air plane moving slowly over the ocean ... “the Shape of Water” all lulling the passengers to a traveling peace. Then there is that one young mother trying to keep her toddler from screaming and yet her “shushing” is louder than her child. Her frustration is audible. The girl is just wanting to move, to play, to laugh and being forbidden all that fun...she screams. I can totally relate. Mom offers up a breast and for a few sweet silent moments the hummmmm of the engines unites the cabin. The screamer is a toddler and clearly a bright kid because it isn’t long before she realizes that breast has been dry awhile and her chorus of frustration fills our space as if she’s saying to her mother ‘how dare you make a false promise? An unfulfilled suckle? I’m 3 after all , you didn’t think I’d figure it out?” She’s going to be a sparky grown up if the passengers let her live through this 7.5 hour flight! Mark occasionally let’s out a Loud swear as he is suffering at video pool. “Damn it”, “robbed, Ive been robbed”...”geezus”... And I think all our neighbors are Spanish so his out bursts over the screaming child are forgivable. He sighs a heavy sigh and I giggle at him. To which he responds with the stink eye. After all, video golf is serious business when your flying to Madrid. There is free wine and beer on the flight which I’m certain the screamer has driven the masses to Hoard... seems the handsome Spanish flight attendants are busy passing full mini bottles and collecting empty mini bottles when they are probably supposed to be on break. I’m sure even the attendants are wishing they could throw a nipple on a bottle of Bordeaux and stop the screeching. Mark is fully addicted to video pool. The man behind me is snoring in harmony with the toddler while mark drops an occasional curse word and I think... this is how rap or beatboxing got started. #Croatiaorbust A week before my trip...It’s a thing. When I plan a trip there is always something that happens right before. Some interruption to my life that confirms my need to get away or challenges my ability to get away.
no exception this time. unexpectedly a wood chipper let loose from a landscape truck and took me out. Many are amazed I walked away! The second thing I thought among the airbags after the collision was “oh, god, I hope I can still go on vacation”. the first thing was “Am I alive?”.... so yes... I’m off on vacation and I’ll get a new car upon my return! Stay tuned for my journey through Croatia on bike! come along with me... |
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