Autumn is beginning in most of Europe, however the island of Hvar, Croatia caresses with a summer breeze. The sea turning slightly cold, and goosebumps from afternoon winds but still a summer feel.
Croatian temperament fits most impulses. Last night me and Sunci (my Croatian ambassador) went for dinner at a friends house, lonely bay. Octopus salad, vevanda, crepes, and madness went on...around 12am Stipe, a fisherman, mentioned that tonight he will not go fishing, his neighbor, who would always spy with binoculars for fresh fish (so she could eat it the next day), would see a fresh catch, he would just throw frozen fish in the nets. Immediately the idea of midnight fishing was planted in our heads, and I knew it would happen, with Croatians you do not seat still and wonder, it goes from one adventure to the next.
Suddenly we were all in the boat untangling nets, aggressively starry night, wind, caves and just 5 fish.
Croatian temperament fits most impulses. Last night me and Sunci (my Croatian ambassador) went for dinner at a friends house, lonely bay. Octopus salad, vevanda, crepes, and madness went on...around 12am Stipe, a fisherman, mentioned that tonight he will not go fishing, his neighbor, who would always spy with binoculars for fresh fish (so she could eat it the next day), would see a fresh catch, he would just throw frozen fish in the nets. Immediately the idea of midnight fishing was planted in our heads, and I knew it would happen, with Croatians you do not seat still and wonder, it goes from one adventure to the next.
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