We hiked from our little hamlet down from the town of Lastovo over to Zaklopatica bay and caught the sunset before dinner. On the way, T taught me how to count to ten in Croatian – this may seem like a minor task to you readers but I dare you to pronounce some of these words where the letters put up a war inside my mouth because there is no vowel to guide you from…
In our little quiet hamlet in Lastovo, my honey would make me steaming hot cups of Nescafé and one morning we took our cups down to the water to watch the sun come up – which it does quite early there.
On the remote island of Lastovo, where we drank Lasko from tap, and stared into sea, sky, and stars, we were removed from all our orientations except each other. I miss Lastovo. I miss my sweetheart.
The park that is nearby friends’ house in Zagreb is lined with Lipa trees – or in English, Linden trees – or as my oil calls them, lime trees (or lime wood). The smell of this tree’s flower is heaven on earth and the leaves are heart shape and the trees grow tall tall tall. Once in Slovenia, at a spa, they poured a dash of lipa oil on the steaming rocks and whipped a…
Right here on this square is where you can buy Kras chocolates (big yum), and sit at a city cafe that is one of the most beautiful coffee shops in the world, you can wait by the horse for your family or friends, and you can take this as a starting point to a hundred destinations.
Arlene has started pacing the house back and forth, which I read is a pattern in geriatric dogs that displays Alzheimers. My mother paces around her kitchen. Arlene is disoriented and walks into corners and cannot get out. My mother drives her car right into other cars. My neighbors suggested taking away her key – her key? I said, might as well say her life. Arlene misses the steps and leaps off the bottom or…
I went to Swirl last night – you have to love those girls (Beth, Kerry and Bridget) for creating this wonderful gathering place in our neighborhood – it’s always old friends, dogs, and new faces and it is an environment that is a great starting point for the evening. Delicious wines, beer, champagne and cheese and always a touch of drama. Last night’s discussion was about fish in Turkey that eat the dead skin off…
Meaux Bar on Rampart Street – Jim and Matthew, the owners, have created a lovely bistro that is friendly, relaxed yet elegant, with delicious food and it is all served by Debbie – a honey of a blonde with a great smile. Last night, eight of us went and ate a range from burgers to mussels and yum yum yum – we passed a good time.
I was getting my hair done today and Maria was asking me about my mother and I said she’s laid up in bed having cracked a rib and as a matter of fact, she had just called me on my way there to ask me to bring her some boxed wine. Maria said, “tu eres una benedicion para tu mama” – I said I don’t want to drive out to Metairie in 5:00 traffic to…
I ran into J at yoga – she is the consummate dog whisperer – now most wouldn’t want to be entered into the book of records as having been Loca’s dog trainer, but J was really terrific with her – they had a thing between them. I remember one day J was working with Loca and my mom was sitting on the sofa and Loca jumped up on my mom and J jerked Loca back…