Yoga Night

(One of my stans told me that there weren't enough words in that last instalment, so here are a few more.)

What's that song.. Nothing Changes, Everything Stays the Same.. and so it is here - and I'm talking about myself, my love of exercising and stretching generally   - lucky for me, Annette is the local yoga teacher and we exercise outside at the Sports Stadium as the evening cools with the backdrop of the mighty Biokovo (that's that formidable mountain range that is the backdrop to life here). 

So lovely to see familiar faces and take part in this class, so lovely to stretch. I've been up walking in the mornings but honestly, nothing beats a good lateral stretch. And if you don't know what I'm talking about, find out and do it. You won't know yourself. Class finishes with setting an 'intention', and mine, because I'm such a deep person, was to get something to eat, and fast.

It was the Fisherman's Night on the riva and town was packed - for first time readers, this is a nautical based night with men in blue and white striped shirts,  amazing food to try, Croatian music and crowds of people walking, stopping, trying, drinking wine, eating. Long trestle tables set up with paper plates and serviettes threatening to fly, and smoke from the grill fish (that's not a grammatical error, I see it here on signs everywhere, let's keep it local) wafting out to sea.

My big favourite is soparnik which is particular to the Dalmatian Coast, is made in an extraordinary way, on an open fire – on something called a “komin” which is covered with hot coals from dried grape vines. 

It is oozing with olive oil, salt, garlic and chard, and i love it, but... I walked up and down but couldn't find it (apparently it was there somewhere because one of the yoga ladies returned with a few pieces). Hopes dashed again (but I've just found a recipe, I'm going to try it when i get home!). Some of you will be excited by the mussels, but you already know that I'm not on good terms with shellfish, right? Amazing prsut though - razor thin, dried to a crisp. I've never found the same quality anywhere else. In.The.World. Someone told me it's the drying in the bura wind that creates the unique flavour. But someone told me you can get bells palsy going outside with wet hair too. Bura wind prsut seems likely though. Can anyone fact check?