Girls-Only Weekend 2006
Pula, Croatia
June 17-18
Two of my friends, Maruša and Nadja, invited me to their family's campsite in Croatia for a girls-only weekend. Three short hours of chatting in the car and we were a world away - from alpine lakes to Adriatic coast. By lunchtime we were in our bikinis and by dinner I felt like an entirely different person - a lobster-like person, to be exact. SPF 18 and an inattentive application are no match for the Croatian sun.
After a day or being lazy on the beach, we went into Pula, an old Roman city, for some dinner. Here's a neat old building in front of which there was some kind of archeological excavation in progress. That's me on the left, doing my impression of an ugly bush (why do I make these FACES??) and on the right is Maruša, looking all Hawaiian with flowers in her hair.
A little farther down the road I snapped a picture of Nadja and Maruša with the excavation again, this time with another cool building. The blurriness - c'est dommage!
"Ooh!" said Nadja, "There's a happening happening!" This happening was a free concert of, yeah, pretty cheesy Croatian and Italian music. But the atmoshere was ful dober, quite magical really.
I at least suspect this is the largest Roman ruins in Pula - your typical Roman arena. There's a tree-lined path that walks around it, a really nice evening walk. But people probably thought we were on crack for how we were singing songs about the sea.
Who IS that handsome stranger?? These men, you (literally) find them on the street, in Croatia!
We tried for a more serious souvenir-shot of me in front of the arena. Unfortunately, I am a failure at such things.
The next day, after breakfast at a really nice beachside cafe, we took a fifteen minute stroll from our campsite to the little marina town of Fažana.
"Ooh!" said Nadja, "There is a happening happening in Fažana!" We were blessed to have many happenings happening wherever we were. This one was a folklore dance competition for the primary schools of the region. The children were picture-perfect in their traditional dress, so, naturally, I took pictures.
Nadja and me in Fažana, where there happened to be a happening happening.
Then it was back to the beach for an afternoon of . . . being at the beach. Which is quite a great thing to be, too bad my pictures do a poor job of showing how nice it felt.
"I see the sea and the sea sees me!" (Maruša taught me that song. She learned it from her ex-boyfriend's parents. And thus, knowledge is passed from generation to generation, and such songs are sung ad nauseum anytime anyone sees the sea, including when you just saw the sea and your friend just saw the sea and now you see the sea again, because the sea didn't go anywhere.)
Chillin' with my ever-more-lobster-like self.
"Hmm, I wonder what will happen when I eventually try to brush my hair?" As of writing this page, I still don't know. It still smells like sea-salt and is all beach-wavy, and between loving that smell and fearing the wrath of the comb, it's taking me a long time to get around to the task.
IT WAS SUCH AN AWESOME TIME. I thought only Žiga and my sisters could appreciate the happening of happenings and seas that see as much as I do. Which only shows how stupid I am. The lobster-likeness is also showing the stupidity pretty well too. But the fact that I accepted this invite: genius.
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