Welcome to Dubrovnik airport—size of SCE where the mis-adventures of Andy
begin. I rarely check luggage, and
for good reason. Every time I do, it gets lost. So why would this time be any
different. After spending the past week in Cologne, Germany, with all the wrong
clothes (it was cold and rainy) here I stand in hot, steamy, sunny Dubrovnik
with the only warm clothes I have. Lovely. I’m told “maybe” my bag will arrive
on the same flight tomorrow? (Really? There is only ONE Austrian Airline flight
a day from VIE to DBV?)
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| View from Hotel Kazbek |
My first views of the Adriatic coastline, clear deep blue
waters, splashing against a rocky shoreline, were breath-taking. Hotel Kazbek, located on the Lapad peninsula was a welcome. With no
luggage to sort through, and with little confirmation (and I must admit little
faith) I headed into town to do some shopping. Alas, while it was in the high
80’s sunny, and very summery weather, the only shops were Benetton and a few
teenie bopper stores—that were fully stocked with the Fall trends. I need a
sundress and flip flops…
Old Town didn’t prove much help either. If I needed a sailors shirt, or
postcards, or gelato—I would have been in heaven. I needed a sundress, a tank, a skirt, flip flops. A purple
tee short with lips that said “I “lips” Dubrovnik” was all I could find. Ugh. Beer
cures everything… or at least I’m told. My first introduction to the local, Karlovacko was at the Arch Pub.
Back at the hotel later, the waiter, Mario, introduced me to carob liquor—and thus begins my fascination with this sweet liquor. He must have sensed my weakness for sweets—or perhaps just felt bad for me and my lost luggage, as he brought me carob cake. Praying for luggage tomorrow.
Back at the hotel later, the waiter, Mario, introduced me to carob liquor—and thus begins my fascination with this sweet liquor. He must have sensed my weakness for sweets—or perhaps just felt bad for me and my lost luggage, as he brought me carob cake. Praying for luggage tomorrow.
