Okay, so I get that all of vacation should be down time, but we love the hustle and bustle of cities. That’s why we chose San Francisco and Paris as homes. Bug and I both thrive in a faster paced lifestyle.
However, there comes a point where you need an action time-out, and today was ours. We woke up late, lazed around, ate breakfast, and finally walked downtown for lunch.
Yesterday, we dealt with frightening wind gusts, today it was run for the shade heat.
This should bode well for our time sailing. The water is supposed to be calm and the temperatures in the low-80’s. Speaking of water, we did walk down to the beach today, rented an umbrella and chair, and sent the boys off to play. While Bug and the boys splashed around, I people watched. Actually, in my judge-y way I observed the women. Like in Nice, everyone wore bikinis regardless of age, shape, or size. Everyone looked comfortable in their skin. Normal – that’s the word I’m looking for – and age appropriate body-wise. Mothers had tummys and the elderly sagged. I felt silly in the one piece I selected to hide my stomach – normally, I gravitate toward bikinis, but this season I’ve gained some weight due to medication I’m on and am self-conscious. However, after our beach time today, I’m busting out the bikinis I brought with me 😄
Next, we went to the grocery store around the corner. I LOVE grocery shopping in foreign countries (hate it at home though, go figure). The products amaze me, and I often guess as to what I’m buying. Not getting too crazy tonight, Bug bought steak hache, potatoes, and more water. Having an apartment is a nice luxury – we can cook, wash laundry, and not worry about house keeping. If anyone is interested, message me, and I’ll give you my rental info.
I asked Bug how he’d describe the Croatian people. He said: fiercely proud. I agree, and I bet a lot of it comes from being fought over, and part of other empires, for centuries. I added happy, helpful, welcoming, and warm to the list. Our youngest son gets all kinds of pats on the head, smiles, and jokes, which shows me how treasured children are here. It probably helps he’s been wearing his soccer jersey everywhere.
I almost don’t want to write anymore about it. I want to keep this treasure a secret. But I want you to see what an incredible place this is too.