The thunder and lightning rolling in from Italy brought rain all Friday night and it was still going on at 5:30 a.m. Saturday when Julia left in a taxi for the U.K. for 12 days of business meetings, having a birthday send-off with an anchovy dinner at Slavko and Nada's and then lightning and thunderclaps shaking our old stone house and keeping us awake all night. So I gave up trying to sleep and was up crawling about in our attic space at 2 a.m. scaring the geckos and looking for the source of our water leaks which are harming our guest room. Almir had arrived from Sarajevo, vacationing for about a week, and he seemed to have slept soundly through it all. Now the sun has returned but the sea is chilly. Today is the annual tug-of-war between Brac and the neighboring island of Solta. The winner claims honors and – for the next year - the small rock of Mrduja, which lies midway in a channel between the islands. A huge flotilla streams out from each island in the late afternoon, meeting at Mrduja for the contest, then returns for much music and party-making, of course.
1 comment:
i love this image of you crawling around the attic
trying to source the water leak and almir asleep in the room below.
I hope Brac wins the tug of war because we all need more to hang on to
charles
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