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“People ask you for criticism, but they only want praise.”

William Somerset Maugham

The response to the last post has been clear. A full 100% of readers were dissatisfied with the previous post.

“Were you drunk when you wrote this?”

“Do better.”

“I give this 3/10.”

The readership has spoken. I will do better.

Sunday

Breakfast is included. I only eat enough for two. My mind is on Ročka Konoba.

We pack and head off for the day.

Shell missed her calling. Not to diminish her incredible teaching or natural leadership skills, but her passion for historical buildings, ancient ruins, and castles, is a pleasure to watch.

Archaeology? Ancient history?

Dvigrad ruins are perched high on a hilltop outside the village of Kanfanar. Founded in the 1st century and abandoned in the 18th. I do not know the history of the region, but I get the impression when people were bored, they attacked the place.

The list of countries, regions, people, and places that didn’t kick the shit out of Dvigrad is short.

“They wrote in the old days that it is sweet and fitting to die for one’s country. But in modern war, there is nothing sweet nor fitting in your dying. You will die like a dog for no good reason.”

Ernest Hemingway

We spend some time in the ruins, Shell exploring every detail while I watch her in the sunshine. Climbing, scaling, and ignoring the roped off sections.

We drive to Ročka Konoba for lunch on the last day of their season.

Luckily, we booked a table yesterday as the place is packed.

We start with a carafe of house white and finish it before the first course arrives.

Order a second.

Fettuccine with speck and ricotta. Fuži with slow cooked pork. And truffles. Everything was swamped in beautiful truffles.

We head to our new apartment. About a kilometer outside of Grožnjan. We can see the village from our apartment leaning out over the mountains.

We have a private courtyard that has the air conditioning motor rattling away. We turn our ac off and it continues to run, so Shell turns it off at the switchboard.

Soon after a message comes through from the owner to turn it back on. Seems it runs her unit.

We head to Grožjan and find a bar. Order some Old Fashioned and a Whiskey Sour before walking home in the cold night air.

We open a bottle of wine and sit in the cold still night, the neighbour’s air conditioner rattling away in the background is a nice touch to the evening.

“We must, therefore, pursue the things that make for happiness, seeing that when happiness is present, we have everything; but when it is absent, we do everything to possess it.”

Epicurus

I didn’t take a picture of the bottle.

Bed.