There are not enough words and pages to express my joy in meeting... My new friends as well as my old buddies.
Back to Hvar... We are now together, a colourful bunch of five with extraordinarily different backgrounds. One thing we share dearly is to embrace the good moments of life with gratitude by bringing joy into our lives and everyone who surrounds us.
As we left The Boat to book the Garifuna restaurant for dinner, we encountered the boys and their friends sitting on the deck below. Harun was the first to come and greet us, standing next to their Ferretti. Followed by Al... And Zaine. Faced by the stunning babes smiling at different angles on board their elegant surround. A picture-perfect moment of happy faces. Bliss. We agreed to meet later for a drink or two.
"We party back in our Boat," Harun announced.
As we finished the open-air dinner at Gariful, from a green hedge behind our table to the sound of cheering from a birthday party going on at Carpe Diem (the club), we turned our heads to the appearance of a face from above the bushes, inviting us to join her party. While the boys agreed to accept the invitation, Kelly and I headed back to The Boat. There again, Harun walked ashore next door to invite us to their party on board. As I accepted, without hesitation, Kelly made a runner on me and returned to get some rest. Oh well... I chatted to such an eclectic group of guys and girls. Amazing.
Seeing Al again since Mykonos was so good, wildly when he sweetly laughed at my lack of absorbing names. Rightly so, too.
Before I knew it, dawn had launched upon us, everyone had disappeared from sight, and I was enchanted by a deep talk with the bright Paulina. Why bright? She was in her early thirties and seemed to have discussed what makes her happy and how to reach that goal. Good on you, girl. An absolute pleasure.
Finally, the time had come to head to bed.
The next day, we woke up to the empty space where our friends had anchored the night before and made sail (well, so to speak) towards Korcula.
As the slight outline of the castle, houses and green bundles of miscellaneous trees grew larger in approach to the island, Kelly pointed out, in her particular accent:
"Oh, look! I think the captain decided to anchor straight into the coffee shop on the island! All we've to do now... Is step over!"
We were on the upper deck; the castle was built on a slightly higher level to the sea, and the coffee shop did seem very close.
Kelly and I were dressed in bright red tops and white hott-ish pants to visit Korcula.
Ernest was in his groovy jean jacket, covered with light chocolate Apache embroidery, matching his Panama hat. Daren, in a baggy washed-green t-shirt, is identical to his cap and enhances the pigment of his eyes.
Last, Torsten, Our Man in Panama, is tall and slender in his figure-hugging 'sailer look' navy and white trousers and white shirt.
Each carries different styles of funky shades.
We stepped off The Boat to 'hang out' in town and watched the sunset atop a castle tower with a caipirinha in hand to soothe our thirst. It was such a romantic moment in time. Romantic in the new sense of love flourishing between friends, without judgement, without ownership and definitely non-sexual.
Back on The Boat, Dinner was being served under the ebony sky filled with stars. I noticed another shooting star, a single rayon of bright light, appearing in a flash into the darkness of a mysterious galaxy.
Another day to follow, another way to the walled, magical castle of Dubrovnik... Awaiting Us.
Back to Hvar... We are now together, a colourful bunch of five with extraordinarily different backgrounds. One thing we share dearly is to embrace the good moments of life with gratitude by bringing joy into our lives and everyone who surrounds us.
As we left The Boat to book the Garifuna restaurant for dinner, we encountered the boys and their friends sitting on the deck below. Harun was the first to come and greet us, standing next to their Ferretti. Followed by Al... And Zaine. Faced by the stunning babes smiling at different angles on board their elegant surround. A picture-perfect moment of happy faces. Bliss. We agreed to meet later for a drink or two.
"We party back in our Boat," Harun announced.
As we finished the open-air dinner at Gariful, from a green hedge behind our table to the sound of cheering from a birthday party going on at Carpe Diem (the club), we turned our heads to the appearance of a face from above the bushes, inviting us to join her party. While the boys agreed to accept the invitation, Kelly and I headed back to The Boat. There again, Harun walked ashore next door to invite us to their party on board. As I accepted, without hesitation, Kelly made a runner on me and returned to get some rest. Oh well... I chatted to such an eclectic group of guys and girls. Amazing.
Seeing Al again since Mykonos was so good, wildly when he sweetly laughed at my lack of absorbing names. Rightly so, too.
Before I knew it, dawn had launched upon us, everyone had disappeared from sight, and I was enchanted by a deep talk with the bright Paulina. Why bright? She was in her early thirties and seemed to have discussed what makes her happy and how to reach that goal. Good on you, girl. An absolute pleasure.
Finally, the time had come to head to bed.
The next day, we woke up to the empty space where our friends had anchored the night before and made sail (well, so to speak) towards Korcula.
As the slight outline of the castle, houses and green bundles of miscellaneous trees grew larger in approach to the island, Kelly pointed out, in her particular accent:
"Oh, look! I think the captain decided to anchor straight into the coffee shop on the island! All we've to do now... Is step over!"
We were on the upper deck; the castle was built on a slightly higher level to the sea, and the coffee shop did seem very close.
Kelly and I were dressed in bright red tops and white hott-ish pants to visit Korcula.
Ernest was in his groovy jean jacket, covered with light chocolate Apache embroidery, matching his Panama hat. Daren, in a baggy washed-green t-shirt, is identical to his cap and enhances the pigment of his eyes.
Last, Torsten, Our Man in Panama, is tall and slender in his figure-hugging 'sailer look' navy and white trousers and white shirt.
Each carries different styles of funky shades.
We stepped off The Boat to 'hang out' in town and watched the sunset atop a castle tower with a caipirinha in hand to soothe our thirst. It was such a romantic moment in time. Romantic in the new sense of love flourishing between friends, without judgement, without ownership and definitely non-sexual.
Oh! And I saw The Mermaid again.
It's a deja vu from Copenhagen!
Back on The Boat, Dinner was being served under the ebony sky filled with stars. I noticed another shooting star, a single rayon of bright light, appearing in a flash into the darkness of a mysterious galaxy.
Another day to follow, another way to the walled, magical castle of Dubrovnik... Awaiting Us.
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