In Search of Fruit

“Cheapness and ignorance are mutually reinforcing. And it’s a short way from not knowing who’s at the other end of your food chain to not caring – to the carelessness of both producers and consumers.”

Michael Pollan

We have run out of fruit. Today, we are in search of more.

Light through the window wakes me up. For the last two years, an alarm has woken me. My body appreciates waking up when it feels like it. This is how it is meant to be. 4.20 am is not the time your mind and body should be jolted into wakefulness.

Every morning, I wake up and consider not drinking that day. As I lie in bed, the thought crosses my mind. We shall see.

Out for a run. It is earlier today, and the weather is cooler. The same track. Running on trails is very different from running in the gym.

Another 5km and I feel incredible. My mind wanders to fruit and wine.

As we walk back to our place, a woman is playing a classical guitar. Her view is across vineyards, forests, and to the ocean. When the air is this clear, you can see forever.

We sit down and listen to her play. Bach, Cello Suite 1 in G Major, the cool summer air, the view, and each other. Nothing to do but sit and listen.

Note: I had no idea it was Bach. Shell picked it up on Shazam. I couldn’t resist pretending to be some sort of classical connoisseur.

“I was fairly poor
but most of my money went
for wine and
classical music.
I loved to mix the two
together.”

Charles Bukowski

This weekend, the jazz festival kicks off here. The musicians have already started arriving.

Shower, breakfast, and four coffees before I am ready to venture out in search of fruit.

Our search for fruit is not successful. I can’t seem to retrace our steps from two days ago.

It is a stunning day and difficult to feel disappointed in our lack of foraging.

We head home and have a desire for an Aperol spritz. I blame the weather.

As we walk to the bar, Daniel, our local artist friend, pulls us into his gallery and makes us some keyrings. He refuses payment. It is a gift.

One becomes three, and the mood is light despite the lack of voće.

Reading in the Croatian sunshine, drinking an Aperol Spritz with a beautiful woman. I am just showing off now.

“What is happening to me happens to all fruits that grow ripe.
It is the honey in my veins that makes my blood thicker, and my soul quieter.”

Friedrich Nietzsche

It is 3.00 pm. Too late for lunch, too early for dinner. This in between time is a good time for wine and pizza.

And now we don’t feel like dinner, and the wine is running dangerously low. Poor planning, but an opportunity for some improvisation.

Perhaps another pizza and a visit to the local wine bar. Improvise. Adapt. Overcome.

We read and contemplate the next move.

And then we run out of wine, and panic kicks in.

We are reduced to beer.

The maths is done. Ročka Konoba tomorrow and not tine for me to cook. There is a fridge full of pancetta and truffles. I must cook.

After dinner, with no booze left in the house we have little option but to head to to the wine bar.

A whiskey sour and enough is wnough.

Home to bed.