Arrived and moved in. The apartment exceeds all expectations. It's roomier then the photos from afar showed, and it's quiet, cute and well, yes, in need of TLC to make it into a home, but we'll get there for certain.
I, of course, on morning one went to the local bar, Yvonne's for my morning doppio espresso. Right on the main piazza by the lighthouse, less than a minute from my door, it's definitely THE spot. Everyone in town seemed to be here this morning sitting in the covered outside area while the Autumn rain poured down. The contingent of local old guys (my goal is to join one day), the local cops, expatriate rock star looking guy, even our waiter from yesterday's pranzo. The whole ton shows up for coffee and conversation. Turns out my lingue Italiano is rusty and determining which type of crema in my cornetto became a major motion picture production Yvonne speaks little to no English and my Italiano was sputtering from jetlag and nerves. Our waiter from last light jumped in to help and all was well. Friendly chap and a good waiter. This is what Starbucks would like to be seen as.
Note: I got back in Yvonne's good graces by bussing my own table. Finally coaxed a smile out of her somewhat stern face.
The other side of the bar ... Pretty much a perfect Adriatic sea shot.
I'm told the water temp can get into the 80s in the Summer while dropping to the high 50's to 60's in winter. It's probably just right now which we'd find out if it wasn't raining so much - ala, end of next week we get gorgeous weather again so we'll find out.
Regardless of rain, the natural beauty of the sky and sea and shore are fantastic and a walk along the shore revealed all. I sat for the longest time on a thick wooden bench perfectly designed for old dudes like me to sit and focus hard on the general drift of things.
Yes that's the Albanian mountains lurking on these photos Davide tells me on a clear day you can almost touch them - only 40 chilometri away, we're at the narrowest part of
the Adriatic.
Lunch after a hard morning of pondering, at Maramossa, right across from Yvonne's.
A full is day of beach town lazing. This weekend we begin to work on furnishing the apartment.A few quick peeks at the home.
Our time so far has not been without adventures. No Dalmatian pirate adventures (The history of this region over the centuries from 300 bc to present is intriguing to say the least) but rather of a more menial nature.
Night two, the power cut just before midnight in a driving rain. The fuse box internally looked okay no breaker flipped.
I got a post-midnight What'sApp tip from our agent Davide, about a downstairs master electrical box and went out in my boxers with an iphone flashlight during a break in the storm to effect repairs. Not exactly a Dalmation pirate epic, but I got 'er done.
Davide Mengoli who helped us find this amazing place in the sun (Sun will come in a week or two, after this patch of storms runs it's course) and still cheerfully returns my ridiculous What'sApp question at midnight on a Friday night. He is a saint.
Ciao bambini
A presto
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