after a while, the creak of the sailboat rigging becomes simply the sound one expects to hear. The gentle sway of the boat is with you every sleeping momeent, and then every waking moment, whether you are on land or not. I have nearly gotten used to the way grocery stores sway around me as I buy fresh fruit.
I have perrhaps never tasted a nectarine before. And perhaps never a pear. The taste of the fruit here, piicked out of their backyards and brought to market. I cannot describe it, save for imagine a pear with twice the flavour you were expecting, and not a trace of the just-about-to-rot you may have gotten used to at the Albertan grocery stores. Fruit is picked when ready here, and consumed shortly thereafter. We have yet to see a mega market in Croatia. There are Konzum stores, small one room affairs with a small selection of house type wares, fruit and yogurt. Bread is fresh every morning, and croissants usually have apples, jam, or best of all: chocolate baked right inside.
Wherever you are, Be There 
#1 by Richard Duncan on October 5, 2015 - 2:10 am
Hello Nadia, sounds like you are having a wonderful trip. The taste of the fruit you mentioned takes me back to the Nova Scotia of my youth, the pears, apples, peaches and strawberries had a flavour like you described, a taste I haven’t had for years. The sounds and motion on the sailboat are also recalled from my time at sea and also would have been experienced by your Great, Great Grandfather when he worked on the four mast sailing ships on the East coast of North America. I enjoy your writing and also the travel bug that you have, please don’t ever lose it. Hope you see you sooner than later. Lots of love, Uncle Richard
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