May 17th 2016
Today we sat in an idyll and watched the world go by.
We didn’t care that a 300ml bottle of Strongbow cost the best part of 6 quid, and we had one each. (My maths is pretty good so trust me why I say that that’s over 11 pound for a pint)
We didn’t care that the American’s were loud or that the Japanese kept spoiling the view.
Because the view was blissful. And we were young, and free, and in love.
We found a little hole in the wall bar on the outside of Dubrovnik’s Old Town, and we just sat at a table, swigged on overpriced cider and looked out to sea.
Eventually, some Swede’s turned up and brought some excitement and danger to our idyllic haven in the wall.
They started doing backflips off the cliff into the turquoise waters below.
Alice wouldn’t let me have a go, even though I’d brought my swimming shorts – just in case. I’d’ve pressed her, but it wasn’t worth putting her under stress. It did look fun though.
To be honest, that six quid it cost for half a pint – and with it, the chance to be able to sit there and watch the boats, and the sea, and the jumpers – best six quid I’ve spent this trip.
Until tomorrow, sometimes it’s the simple things.