Walking in Dubrovnik

Leaving the ship, I knew exactly the route to take into the city. Passing boats, walls and gates –

the Karaka along the harbor

the Karaka along the harbor

typical entry

typical entry

The first time I arrived here by ship we docked at the old harbor easily visible on the map below.

the old map

the old map

This time I captured a few pictures of the area

then thought about walking the wall,

lined up in a row

lined up in a row

but there were so many people following along like ducklings that I went prowling stairs and alleys instead

before heading back toward the ship looking at the old fortress.

And didn’t take the “Game of Thrones Tour” this time either.

On the way home – I was overmatched. The middle aged Croatian matron sensibly dressed in dark stockings, sturdy shoes, skirt and armed with two large shopping bags should be able to easily stand her ground against any Greek, Turkish or Italian counterpart. She owns the sidewalk; stepping smartly although not fashionably down the middle without concern. Even teenagers engrossed in texting on their phones seem to give way without a murmur of protest. A tourist like me is no match. I certainly wasn’t going to contest ownership of pedestrian right of way. Instead, choosing to step into the road seemed to be the lessor hazard.

About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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