Moving again
Yesterday I said my goodbyes to friends in Makarska: last trip to the beach with Ana, eating fresh figs on the beach with Milena and a final swim. We only had an hour at the beach because I had promised to take Branka to Spina Bar for a cocktail - her daughter said 'she won't drink alcohol' but we downed a Hugo, which is currently my favourite cocktail.
Branka and her family lived in NZ but have returned to Makarska, and admit that life isn't always easy. It was her apartment that I rented when I lived here in 2011. She is a dear friend, and in exchange for her wonderful stories, I make her laugh. Before the drink she needed to buy a strapless bra for her daughter - i suggested that it would be better if she came down and tried them on rather than guessing the size, but instead the lady in the shop gave her three to take home - that's how it works here.
From there to yoga: I could hardly contain myself as the blood orange half moon rose through the pine trees - sooooo beautiful! Then we all gathered around in a bar for a final drink and goodbyes - and promises to come back next year. I won't need much encouragement - I may even see some of them over in Auckland before that. I exited at 10.30 saying that I had to pack my bag - and took a last few photos as I wandered home.
Srdj had offered to drive me at 5 this morning - and hour and a half to the airport - a dump and run with a history lesson on the way (Turks, Austro-Hungarian Empire) - the road trip also gave us a close up on the damage the fires have been doing.
So. Now I am in Rome Airport where airport coffee is divine (although you can't use the coffee as an excuse to sit down) and for food you have a choice of pasta with mini buffalo mozzarella and cherry tomatoes with rocket, or proscuito and melon, or Macdonalds. No prizes for guessing.
I have another few hours until my flight to Sofia in Bulgaria - and am just hoping that my bag hasn't gone on a mystery tour of its own - Rome Airport has that reputation for losing baggage!
Branka and her family lived in NZ but have returned to Makarska, and admit that life isn't always easy. It was her apartment that I rented when I lived here in 2011. She is a dear friend, and in exchange for her wonderful stories, I make her laugh. Before the drink she needed to buy a strapless bra for her daughter - i suggested that it would be better if she came down and tried them on rather than guessing the size, but instead the lady in the shop gave her three to take home - that's how it works here.
From there to yoga: I could hardly contain myself as the blood orange half moon rose through the pine trees - sooooo beautiful! Then we all gathered around in a bar for a final drink and goodbyes - and promises to come back next year. I won't need much encouragement - I may even see some of them over in Auckland before that. I exited at 10.30 saying that I had to pack my bag - and took a last few photos as I wandered home.
Srdj had offered to drive me at 5 this morning - and hour and a half to the airport - a dump and run with a history lesson on the way (Turks, Austro-Hungarian Empire) - the road trip also gave us a close up on the damage the fires have been doing.
So. Now I am in Rome Airport where airport coffee is divine (although you can't use the coffee as an excuse to sit down) and for food you have a choice of pasta with mini buffalo mozzarella and cherry tomatoes with rocket, or proscuito and melon, or Macdonalds. No prizes for guessing.
I have another few hours until my flight to Sofia in Bulgaria - and am just hoping that my bag hasn't gone on a mystery tour of its own - Rome Airport has that reputation for losing baggage!
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