Today we drove two hours to a little island called Korcula. When
we arrived, we took the customary 45 minute coffee break (where Marsha and I
dashed off to take some photos while the boys drank). Of course, boys being
boys, they asked the most important question last. “When is the ferry to
Korcula?” The coffee store manager replied, “Why, it leaves in five minutes.” We
shrieked, “Five minutes?! We’ll never make it!” So we went from snail to
Superman pace almost having a head-on collision with the police cars. Somehow,
the Greek (I mean Croatian) Gods were with us, and there was one parking spot left
and three people in line waiting to get on the ferry. Whew! After the short 15
minute ferry, we arrived at Korcula. Roman, our tour guide told us, “In case
you get lost, we’ll meet back here in two hours.” “Two hours?” we cried, “Will
that be enough?” Roman laughed, “Yes, definitely.” And yes, definitely was
right. It took about 15 minutes to walk around the entire island. If you were
walking slow. So we did about twenty laps and took a photo of every nook and
cranny of that island.
We then had lunch (early dinner?) at 4pm at a seaside
restaurant where the waiter chatted for 15 minutes before getting us menus (I
can be crabby when I’m hungry). I had the vegetarian Boca platter (grilled
veggies with croutons) and some of Marsha’s spaghetti (I am tending to be her
garbage clean-up since she barely eats anything). I also had about a half
bottle of olive oil – the most wonderful olive oil ever! Roman’s friend Ivan
told us a story about the difference between grapes and olives.
“You see, grapes are like women. You leave them for two
years and come back, and voila! They are gone! But olives… olives are like
mothers. You leave them for ten, twenty, thirty years. Don’t call or take care
of them or anything. But when you come back, there they are patiently waiting
for you. That is our olive trees here. The one in my background is a thousand
years old. Can you believe that?”
And yes, I believed, especially with olive oil dripping down
my chin.
After a two hour (yes, two hour – these guys like to down a
bottle of wine for meals), we headed back to Dubrovnik where we stopped by a
beautiful church and also the bridge. I practiced setting up my tripod and am
very proud, except I just realized that part of the tripod is still on my
camera. Ha!
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