Zadar, Croatia

is a new port to me. I am sure that I saw it from the air one of the many times that we flew in and around Split and Dubrovnik (still referencing the 1995-1998 time frame). I had thought about going into the small town, then learned it was one of those – town a distance a way, have a nice $12 shuttle ride.

There is something inside me, or perhaps my desire to hang on to whatever is in my pocket, but docking outside of town then charging me for the ride just raises my hackles. When that happens, I normally opt out of play. Besides, what I really want to do is get a nice walk, a long walk, without having to spend an hour on the treadmill.

After contemplating for a while – I decided just to walk toward town and see what happened. Zadar has invested in sidewalks, so that wasn’t an issue. You could see where the old industrial areas had been:


There was still the occasional house which reflected the standard method of destruction;


in which one shoved the family out at gun point, set burning candles in the top floor, then turned on the gas and ran. With all the windows closed, the house fills up with gas. The gas is ignited by the candle and an a fireball ensues. Usually enough to incinerated everything inside plus blow out all the windows….)

In contrast – there were small orchards and vineyards along the main road:

a non-commercial harbor

and a park where the old walled city used to be.

On Saturday, most of the shops were closed, but there was a small street market with locally made products set out for the tourists and glimpses of the archeological foundations below the present town.

about 3-4 hours I wound my way back to the ship by a rather circuitous route

Rhapsody of the Seas

Rhapsody of the Seas



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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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