Where the Gods sleep

But the time runs fast, and two days soon ended. Shortly, we’d be leaving our hospitable Villa Sveti Petar, when I would have to say that we’re going to sail right here, in Croatia and my major secret would be disclosed, and now, merely charter a yacht! But I told Michael that we have several hours for an unhurried walk through the town before we’ll be picked up and taken away.
We wandered to the marina at noon to shoot some images of Rovinj from the opposite coast and in the meantime to admire the yachts that were snow-white. “Only envision sailing somewhere on among them,” said Michael.
“Give me a kiss,” I said. “This is the present! Happy birthday, my dear! One of these snow-white beauties is yours for the whole week, my skipper!”
Something that I was cherishing for almost a year came true. A certain line was drawn-and only the sea was before us.
Legal formalities took no longer than ten minutes. The crew and the captain were presented to each other. There it was-our Bavaria. It was called Daisy. Fortunately, regardless of the name, the yacht did not get us into trouble.:-)