Good karma

Our morning routine starts with a half-hour walk to the town of Postira with a lovely waterfront, cafes, a fruit market, and working fishing port. Last month a new hotel ruined the quiet town and, according to our apartment owner, is a money-laundering operation for the former director of the Croatian Secret Service. When we saw the hotel from the ferry ride, we wondered why there was a cruise ship in the tiny village. Perhaps it was built to "blend in" that way? We walk past and head to Cafe Karma where a warm apricot croissant and a cold iced coffee await. Croatian grannies do bootcamp on the beach across from us and I'm working up to an invitation to join them.