Debi Hubbs Illustration

In no particular order I will start with Croatia.  Mainly because I found the photos for it first. The journey there was on a 9 hour ferry ride from Bari, Italia. (That’s right, I say Italia.)  All aboard the smelly, sinking, creaking, leaking ferry! Enjoyed about an hour on deck then down the 643 flights of tiny stairs to the last level below where they keep cars and buses.  And here is my cabin. Pried open the door and attempted to sleep while thinking about the cars and buses directly above me. The air smelled of cigarettes, auto fumes and electrical fire.   We traveled at night, bobbing every which way in the darkness along with  waves somewhat like in that movie A Perfect Storm.  (It’s possible I may be exaggerating a tad. But during those 9 hours it felt that way.)

OH! Before I forget. While in the customs line to Croatia I saw a woman with at least 4 massive suitcases yell at a nun who’s tiny carry on backpack was in her way. Wow! And then that cute, young nun let her have it in return.  This was all in Italian so I missed the details but it was quite exciting. Who would ever yell at a nun? An Italian woman. What kind of nun would yell back? An Italian nun.

Arrived to a slice of heaven.

The view from the terrace where I stayed.

If I walk out the front door,

over the moat bridge,

look down at the park,

past the guards, Hi Boys!, I could then walk right into the fairyland of Dubrovnik.

To be continued because I have to do some work today.