After our month in Slovenia, we once again hit the road and made our way to Switzerland to see our friend Franz. When we arrived he had it all made up for us - our own apartment! The kitchen had everything and there was a little table and a few air beds for us, with chocolate bunnies tucked under our pillows and chocolate bars in the fridge (all from the Lindor chocolate factory nearby - delicious!), which was 1000 times better than sleeping in Hotel Daihatsu (our car), in the Swiss Alps, with only one sweater and fleece blanket, beside the highway and a frozen pile of manure.
We met Franz's parents and had a barbecue dinner with Dad by the grill, so he is now known as both . . .
__The next day the boys decided to walk and Mom and I drove the car to meet them - we were forty minutes late! My excuse for that is that my running shoes weren't quite dry from the day before (I'd stepped in the droppings of a dog and scraped it off in a puddle), so we were debating what to do. In the end I ended up wearing Mom's shoes and she wore her high-heeled boots (we switched later in the day and I know I won't get caught up in the fashion statement of ridiculously heeled boots too soon - give it ten years or more). Birch had gone on walking, so when we picked Dad up we had to hope Birch hadn't been hit by a car (the highway was narrow and really steep). We met up with him eventually, and arrived for our second day in Dubrovnik.
Right away we went walking around the wall - that is, after buying a ticket for the day, a pass for all the museums and such, including the wall. After that, of course we had to get some ice cream, and after THAT we set off around the wall.
The view was magnificent - every which way you turned there was another beautiful full view. The city was just . . .
__Croata is simply beatiful - sparkly 'caribbean blue' waters, and plenty of sunshine. We were lucky; it only rains during the night, and is a really comfortable lullaby when we sleep in Hotel Diahatsu. Hotel Diahatsu is our car when we use it as sleeping quarters, Diahatsu being the brand. I can tell you, Hotel Diahatsu is not one I reccommend - but when the highway streches on and on along the coast line, and all the B&Bs are closed for winter, what choice do I have... Except complain, which I have already tried more than once.
Anyways, we didn't need to lose our sleep the first night in Croatia, and the hotel by the road (actually a health spa in the summer) was really nice - they had a . . .
_We stayed at Zio Flavio's house for two weeks, and then transfered over to Dad's cousins house, in another tiny village. Ingrid and David had offered us there house, and they had two kids, Iris (14) and Tadej (11 - pronounced Today). Their grandparents live on the middle floor and they make the biggest meals for us, in a little room for dining benches which hardly had enough room for all the pots and trays and saucers and plates of food spread across them! Not only did it take twenty minutes to digest, it took an hour!
We had Mom's birthday there, and she is officially 51! It was the anniversary of the Big Decision! Ingrid and David had planned to go to . . .
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