I also secured a few beers this spring! |
Yes, you read right. I have spent the better part of the last 12 months teaching not only dozens of adult learners, but also myself the finer points of this dubious language. The take away from this is that I now parse everything I read, hear and often say in English…especially prepositions of place, but that's a long story for another time. It's really become quite weird. For example, here's an interesting anecdote: On the road trip back from a recent Ultimate Frisbee tournament I found myself asking my friends Michele (ITA), Magda (CZE) and Rodolfo (BRA) what the difference was between, "I have" and "I got." The answer might astound you. Just look at how Rodo responded to my query…
The outflow of the Pantan Mill... |
..which happens to be owned by one of Jeni's colleagues in East Umbria... |
…and was the back drop to two Dr Who episodes!!! Guess who's a happy Whovian??? |
The mill is just outside Trogir; an ancient Greek outpost near Split. |
A view of Split from the Castle in Klis. |
Castle Klis... |
…where the filmed scenes for Game of Thrones!!! |
Inside the 'basement' of Diocletian's Palace, Split…Oh, yes, there be Dragons here! |
Sunset in Cavtat. |
Dubrovnik's Harbor |
Lokrum Island from above. |
St Maria's Monastery on Mljet Island |
As I mentioned, Croatia is simply too picturesque for one blog. If you want to see more pics click here. |
Now, the beaches in Croatia (whether they are rocky, pebbly, shaley or sandy) aren't very big, but fortunately there are far too many to count. As it happens, I went walking one morning in search of an alternative to the local 'rocky' beach next to our hotel, and I stumbled upon a surreal resort that links the former Yugoslavia to the difficulties of the 1990's. It turns out that the cove just on the other side of the hill facing out hotel was the where Marshal Tito and his cronies built a fabulous Soviet Style resort back in the 60's. During Croatia's fight for independence, the locals 'secured' the buildings from the old guard, and then were subsequently shelled from the Adriatic by the Yugoslavian Navy. Apparently the thinking was; "If I can't have my fabulous 1960's Soviet Style Resort, no one can!" In a show of perpetual defiance, I can only speculate that the Croats leave these bombed-out husks as a reminder of the difficult times behind the Iron Curtain. At any rate, we enjoyed the secluded beach, the crystal clear water and the dystopian backdrop nonetheless. Any of you billionaire-types that read this blog should seriously look into a development deal here because opportunity is knockin'…
This place was rather interesting, to say the least. |
Drop beats…indeed. |
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