Dubrovnik, Croatia
After dealing with the hotel issues the first night, Dubrovnik was like a dream. Everything was so beautiful. The first day Dad and I walked around the Old Town and checked out as many indoor sights as we could since it rained the majority of the day. For lunch we split a delicious pizza, drank some wine, and had some Tums for dessert. (Frequent heartburn is another one of the fantastic things my father and I have in common besides our unique singing style.) By the third day the rain was finally gone and we took a gondola ride up to the top of a mountain and stepped out to an most amazing view of the entire city. The last two days of our stay in Dubrovnik we drove further out of the Old Town and found a hotel right on the coast. We were also fortunate enough to get upgraded to an awesome room with a view of the water. It even had a pull-out couch apart from the bedroom and a door that closed between the two. If you ever slept at my parent's house, you would know that my father sounds like a motorcycle circling your head during the night. Shockingly (and very thankfully) I did not inherit my father's snoring. I can deal with the singing and the heartburn, but I'm almost positive no one would be able to handle a woman that sounded like that at night. Needless to say, the door was a huge plus.
My favorite part of the trip was the time we spent on the coast. I walked down to the water early in the morning and got prime seating on top of one of the huge rocks. My friend had given me the new Long Island Medium book, There's More To Life Than This before I left the U.S. and I sat outside all day reading it in the sun. Going from winter hats, snow, and the view of mountains to bathing suits, sun, and the view of the ocean was quite a nice and welcoming change. I sat on that rock for hours pretending I was enjoying the view and some good reading with my mom. When I was little she would always tell me the best way to take a picture was with your eyes and your memory. That way no matter where you were you could always close your eyes and still see that picture you took. So every so often I would look over at the chair on my left, close my eyes and she would be sitting quietly next to me reading her book in her green and blue floral one-piece.
My favorite part of the trip was the time we spent on the coast. I walked down to the water early in the morning and got prime seating on top of one of the huge rocks. My friend had given me the new Long Island Medium book, There's More To Life Than This before I left the U.S. and I sat outside all day reading it in the sun. Going from winter hats, snow, and the view of mountains to bathing suits, sun, and the view of the ocean was quite a nice and welcoming change. I sat on that rock for hours pretending I was enjoying the view and some good reading with my mom. When I was little she would always tell me the best way to take a picture was with your eyes and your memory. That way no matter where you were you could always close your eyes and still see that picture you took. So every so often I would look over at the chair on my left, close my eyes and she would be sitting quietly next to me reading her book in her green and blue floral one-piece.
My seat in heaven for the day:
The view:
Found it necessary to match my toes with the ocean:
View from the top of the mountain on the water side:
and then the non-water side:
What it looked like out the window at our first hotel:
Our first night out on the town:
View from the gondola:
View from the second hotel with the super fantastic upgraded views:
*Please note all the photographs on this blog are from my outdated, cracked, beaten up iPhone so excuse the quality.
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