Lazy Days

“Instead of expecting all and being lowered into despair each time I get less, I expect nothing now and, occasionally, I get a little, and am more than a little happy.”

Susan Sontag

Sleep in.

When there is no need to wake up, your body takes as much sleep as it needs.

Breakfast at 11.00 am. I left the butter in the fridge at Zagreb so I headed to the local truffle shop.

Truffle butter makes scrambled eggs with truffle even better.

We are deciding on a walk today. There is an old train line that is no longer in use. It might make for a nice hike. The only problem is there are strong NE winds around today.

Windy walking is never the best.

“Above all, do not lose your desire to walk: every day I walk myself into a state of well being and walk away from every illness. I have walked myself into my best thoughts, and I know of no thought so burdensome that one cannot walk away from it.”

Søren Kierkegaard

I put a load of washing on. Most of it is my clothes, but not the clothes I have been wearing. I look over and she is wearing my jumper.

Shell tells me we can’t go for a walk until her pants are dry. She only has one pair. I doubt we will walk today, the wash takes 45 minutes, and the pants will take hours to dry. She is pantless for the day.

I read, we watch Touch, which is a beautiful movie with Egill Ólafsson.

The afternoon comes along and I wonder when I should open a wine.

I open the 2023 Benvenuti Livio Malvasia. Fermented and aged in French oak, this is a superb expression of how complex and poweful worked Malvasia can be.

Shell decides on a shot of each of the liqueurs the owners of our villa gifted us. As I pour one for myself, she suggests I just have the wine. Apparently, I was rude last night, and the blame rests entirely on the liqueurs.

We have some drainage issues. The owner arrives with a plumber. Daniel is a cool guy and he gives a bottle of Malvasia for our trouble.

We finish the Benvenuti Malvasia and I open a bottle of Bencic Teran. Suddenly Rachelle is a wine connoisseur and she declares the wine undrinkable.

I opened a Matošecić Grimalda Teran from 2020. 60 year old vines and dry grown, this is a beautiful wine.

We take a walk around and stop in at a local bar and order a few Aperol spritz. We head to the local galleries, grab some earrings and a pen drawing from a local artist.

Home for some dinner and we finish the Bencic Teran, which Shell now finds potable.

Dinner of pasta and off to bed.

“I have never made but one prayer to God, a very short one: Oh Lord, make my enemies ridiculous. And God granted it.”

Voltaire