I'm sitting in my room and the kettle is whistling a song like bagpipes - green tea with Jasmine coming up.

We have just returned from yoga - well, that's to say that yoga was from 7:30 to 8:30 and from there we went to Arbun for a drink. Yoga was with Annette in front of the church on Sveti Petar. Annette's classes are always great and tonight was no exception. Although the tourists walking on Sveti Petar didn't seem to notice us, the mosquitoes did, but it was pretty amazing up there as the sun went down. And for heat, it would beat bikram yoga - possibly still about 30 degrees as the sun went down. Our down dogs were melting into the beton.



It's been a pretty busy day for me here in relaxing land - a walk this morning to see the main beach wake up (people scurrying down to reserve places on the beach),





a bit of work as peglarica, off to coffee with my friend Jasna, and then a massage at midday - a strong sports massage with me doing the Croatian Language thing  - and Damir, the massage guy, very nicely explaining that I have a problem with my back. Lots of complex words in that conversation, but I got the gist. Yes, I have a complicated back but  luckily I make it work for me.

And then a walk to Nugal. Like anything, if something is worth having, you need to work for it. It's a solid 30 minute walk - and my suggestion is that jandals on shiny marble slabs are not a marriage made in heaven (I slipped, serves me right).




The walk is like a meditation for me - silence in one minute interjected by insistent cicadas (these are big mothers with a noise which seems to follow you) and the occasional throb of a motor boat, the splash of people swimming around the rocks. The smell of the pines and the scrunch of the gravel under the foot. Maybe other people also find it to be a mediation, people don't seem to talk on the track. The beach itself is stunning -  there is a demarcation line with paper signs 'Nudists Only'. Those in kostume za kupanje (togs!) get a tiny portion of the beach to not be naked in. The water is stunning, and a big plus for me is the naturally rounded stones, much easier on the feet. The walk back was at a much slower pace, and I ran to the cafe at Osejava as though it was a mirage, and had a bottle of mineral water. And an anti-ageing juice. I hope it works. I'll be asking for my money back.

Life is difficult as you can see. (Sorry about the photos if you are currently experiencing adverse weather..)

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Back in monopoli

Image
 We stayed here last year and I really enjoyed it, smallish old town, good food, bars, meandering little streets and walkways, surprising things behind big doors. I still like it, totally worth a visit. The weather was cooler again this morning, cool enough to send me back into my room to grab a long sleeved shirt, and even then I felt I needed to shelter from the wind.  Basilica Concattedrale di Maria Santissima della Madia is the name of this beautiful church but there are 18 others to choose from, including one which has depictions of death on the door, mummified administrators in the crypt and is a place to go and pray for those in limbo - it's a purgatory church. Today there were three weddings at the Basilica and honestly, we need to up our game in terms of wedding clothes. The prize went to the couple who both were a deep purple - his suit and her dress. Men were mostly in sneakers with their Italian suits, and it was all sparkle and gold for shoes for the women. It was...
Read more

Ferries

Image
 I've been relying on sea transport a bit - and foolish me, I referred to the passenger boat from Bol (Brac) to Makarska as a 'ferry'. It seems our English language isn't as exact as it could be, so please don't make the same error as I did. Ferry = able to take passengers and cars. The other boat I have been using is a katamaran (which it is) but is different from a ferry (trajekt) because it does not take cars. So. It is a great service though, I took it again today from Makarska to Dubrovnik. I switched on to roaming on my phone so that I could orient myself when I disembarked from the katamaran and see how far away the hotel was from the port - I have martyr tendencies and like to walk rather than take a taxi where possible. Google maps very nicely said 'walk 60 ms and take the stairs, your destination is in 350 m'. Which is a clear instruction to walk, not to find a taxi and ride 350 m. What I didn't realise was that it was stair after stair after s...
Read more

Gotta keep up with me

Image
 And.. on the move again.  Another day of travelling yesterday.  Walk to the Ostuni bus stop - bus to the Ostuni train station - train to Lecce - caffe lecesse & pasticotto while I wile away an hour - train to Gallipoli which is (not in Turkey) on the west coast of Puglia. (Sorry, i have to keep pointing that out, soooo many people presume it is the one associated with ANZAC etc). I'm in the old town in the most beautiful apartment - beautifully decorated, spacious, terasa and mezzanine bedroom. Loving it. There is even a well in the portico before ascending the stairs to the apartments. B & B Corte Kampanes if you are ever over in this part of the woods.  The old town is joined to the new part by a bridge, and was a fortified city in its time. Surrounded by little fishing boats, streets with ochre coloured buildings. Washing hanging out windows, vintage vespas, beautiful linen shops.. what more could I want. Of course the menus are full of seafood dishes, wh...
Read more