June 23

So there I was, just finishing up some hand sewing of a quilt and Al walks in. “Well? Are you coming”?

I had to drag it out of him as usual – turns out he wanted ice cream over there but they only accepted the local currency so he had to come back to get his ATM. Did I want ice cream?

What a question. Of course I want ice cream. So I dumped my stuff in the cabin and got on the tender. By this time a lovely breeze had come up over Korcula. It is a picturesque little town and I look forward to returning next week. We did tromp around a bit and I did get warm so I’m glad I didn’t go in the morning for that reason as well as the new acquaintances I met.

So I did get off the boat. And the ice cream was the best we’ve tasted even better than Italy.

Thanks, Al.