This morning after first admiring the view from my balcony, I stepped out to explore the old town of Korcula, on Korcula island, where Marco Polo was born.
I think I may have been the only tourist in town. I have been getting apologies at the last few stops for the lack of activity and people. Sure, there was no one around and everything was closed but I don't like crowds so this was perfect. I turned down one quiet little street and someone popped out and said hello ... how are you ... where are you from ... won't you join me for a drink?
Simon from Macedonia has been living in Croatia for 31 years with his wife, who loves him too much, and his two brilliant daughters.
What would you like to drink? Coffee? Well, I'd have to make that, so how about some wine?
It was 8.30.
I sipped a bit from the huge glass of red that he poured me, and he continued with whatever it was he had already been drinking. We talked about how wonderful Korcula is, the beauty of old stone, Alexander the Great, his adoring wife, and the surprising complete lack of tourists. He has numerous guesthouses in town and the little bar we were sitting in. Everybody knows Simon.
After I left Simon the first thing I did was look for a pastry shop. This was the perfect excuse to have a yummy cheese strudel to soak up that alcohol.
Have a great day.
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