Testing My Time Limits

After breakfast on the boat we said our final goodbyes and made our way to the hotel in Dubrovnik. It was a beautiful resort on the side of the hill overlooking the sea. We decided that today would be all about relaxing and spending time at the hotel. We got our bathing suits and books and lounged by the pool. I lasted exactly one hour (almost to the minute) before I could no longer sit still. So we changed our clothes and went for a long walk along the water’s edge. We waddled in the water, which was tricky due to all the rocks. There is almost no sand here in the Adriatic Sea and it’s such a shame to have such amazing water, but surrounded by rocks. I can’t, for the life of me, imagine my bony body laying on the rocks like the locals do!

We walked and walked until the sky completely cleared and we decided to go back to the hotel and sit by the beach this time (change of scenery for me). When we decided to do this Karlo’s reaction was, “This is exhausting” . . . because we had to change our clothes again. How funny. Doing nothing all day is really draining. Who knew changing your clothes would be so tiring?

So we changed back to our bathings suites (again) and lounged on the deck chairs by the ocean. You could almost set your watch to my attention span. You guessed it. I lasted one hour. It was really getting hot and the water looked so inviting. I was sick of laying around, but who was I kidding? My “swimming record” for this trip was about mid calf.

Time for another long walk . . . and before we knew it the evening was approaching. We got cleaned up and headed out in search of sunset pictures.

That turned out to be a dud, but we had fun taking pictures of each other on the beach . . .




. . . and had a really nice night of sitting by the water, strolling the promenade, eating dessert, and watching others dance. Yes, sadly all we did was watch rather than dance ourselves. Sort of disappointing because we chickened out. The other dancers were really good and we really enjoyed watching them without embarrassing ourselves. When we got back to our hotel there was live music right outside our window. It was “Romantic Sunday” as they named it and we went to bed with the beautiful sounds of a jazz saxophone playing love songs below our window. It was awesome. Not sure what was better, the music, the sounds of waves crashing, or the fact that you can sleep with your window wide open, no screens, and NO bugs anywhere.