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[21 Jul 2003|09:43pm] |
i am in dubrovnik.
look it up...you will crap your pants.
God is good.
let me say that one more time...God IS good.
as i woke yesterday, the irish lads still asleep, i left a note and went for the bus to dub. on my own.
God is good.
i ended up sitting next to pierre savy (yes, that really is his name), a parisian who is studying in milan, studying renaissance history.
we chatted quite a lot...lovely fellow, very helpful, interesting, and intelligent.
we exchanged email and agreed to try and meet either in milan or paris.
he will be in paris on my birthday and asked if i would want to meet sometime at the end of august in paris, as he will be on holiday there at that time.
so, i may just make a trip up there just to spend my birthday there...i was possibly going to skip paris.
there is much more to be said of pierre, but not enough time.
across the way from pierre and i, was a lovely irish couple, martin and joyce, from sligo...
we began a chat and before i knew it, they had asked me to follow them to the flat they were renting ON the beach for 16 quid/each/night.
i did.
unfortunately, the lovely croatians who own the place (maria and ivan) had no space...since i had nowhere else to go, they offered their living room couch for a night at a cheaper price...no problems there.
then, starting tonight, i take over martin and joyces old room, for quite a bit more, but worth it...and if i find another lone traveller, they can take the second bed in the room and i will be paying a whopping $17 to stay on the water.
martin and joyce could not have been more helpful.
they took me to dinner last night, we went to mass in an ancient church in the old town this morning, then for breakfast, then for a swim.
oh yeah...the flat.
it is a 3 story house, 180 years old. it is just outside the main gates of old town dub., which is completely pedestrianized now...amazing, but more later.
my room is on the 3rd floor, overlooking the very private cove just below, and when i say JUST below, i mean you could nearly jump in the water from the widow...i fell asleep to the lapping of water and drunk croatians singing it up...lovely.
the hosts are perfect.
when i woke this morning, they offered me croatian coffee and we had a good chat in very broken english.
lovely.
oh yeah...on the bus, we also met some british kids, 3 girls and 2 boys (naomi, sarah, james, george, and furcity (or some thing like that), who also needed a room...they ended up scoring a place just a few meters from me...
so, i hung with them all day...we spent half the day in a private cove just below their flat, boats tied up, turquoise water, fish, men in speedos, little tanned girls running around half-naked...perfect.
then we girls decided to get fashionable and head over to the more popular beach, on the other side of the gates...
packed, as it is sunday, with the most beautiful bodies i have ever seen..i do not know what it is with these croatians, but they are the most perfect forms i have ever seen, especially the women...amazing.
we rotated between quick swims and long layouts...
i got dark, even my stomach a bit.
afterwards, we had a drink (me a virgin colada) at the posh beachside cafe overlooking the croatian islands and old town dub. towering to the right...
we kept looking at each other in amazement that we were here..
some electronic music buzzed over the beach as we lazily spent our day doing absolutely nothing.
and tomorrow will quite possibly be the same thing...
i think we may all go to one of the islands at some point, just for a day trip...
i am not sure how i have been so blessed.
the only bad part is i cannot really get to greece from here unless i want to take a plane from here to budapest and back to greece for $300...i do not think so.
so, i will likely be going to italy via ferry sometime this week, later, and then travelling up to switz again to stay with odette...then, after aug. 3, i will try to go to milan to see pierre, as i have never actually stayed in milan, only flown in there...
i feel like some rich star.
this is the life that people dream of...
and i am living it.
i could live here.
it would be hard without my family and friends, but i think it could be possible.
the croatians are the nicest and cleanest i have encountered yet, much like the irish.
speaking of which, the enrights have offered their house to me when i return to ireland, if i make it to sligo...they said they may not be there in sept., but their son will be and i am more than welcome to stay there.
so, in a matter of a day i have secured beachside accomodation in dubrovnik, and place to stay in milan and paris, a place to stay in ireland, new friends, and a place to stay in scotland with the british kids.
just take a gander at pics from dubrovnik...please.
all i have to say is it sucks to be ya´ll :) :)
xoxo
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