A "monument to tourists" greeted us on the Markaska riva (promenade). Arlo renamed it the monument to sexual harassment. We couldn't "bare" it ourselves so we high-tailed it to a gelato stand where we won the gelato-ry with a scrumptious scoop of fig gelato, only the second in weeks of searching. A real cream come true. Fat and happy, we skipped to the other side of the point to watch water polo practice in the sea. The Biokovo Mountains protect the coastline here from the cold weather inland (what Croatians call hinterland) and create a colorful backdrop at sunset.
Just wondering if you’ve shared your punny proclivity with your bike mates. Do they try to keep ahead of you? Is anyone else fig obsessed? Just curious.
ReplyDeleteThe others suspected me of being a cop, not a punster. The first day, the guide said we must always wear our bike helmet and there’s an undercover police officer in the group watching. Lori and Katie were sure it was me. I thought it was a joke. A few days into the trip I learned that Petra was a cop from Austria! I kept my blog secret for fear of being pun-alized.
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