On The Street Where You (Wish You Could) Live
The morning sun was already hot on the May day we boated into the small walled city of Dubrovnic, Croatia (above). We were on one of the first tenders to make the short trip from our cruise ship into the protected harbor called Gradska Luka, or Old Port. As we passed through the gates and into Luza Square the market vendors were setting up canopies and tables in readiness for the day's business. One vegetable vendor under a blue canopy led the race, and had her offerings already on display, her fruits and vegetables dressed up with fresh flowers in small glass vases.
I envied the woman gazing down on the activity in the street below her window. It seems that everywhere I travel I find myself wishing I could live there for a few years. I would always want to be able to jet back home for special events, of course, and Steve and I could never be away from our grandchildren for that long, but there is still just a little twinge of unrest at the thought of never returning to beautiful places such as these.
I envied the woman gazing down on the activity in the street below her window. It seems that everywhere I travel I find myself wishing I could live there for a few years. I would always want to be able to jet back home for special events, of course, and Steve and I could never be away from our grandchildren for that long, but there is still just a little twinge of unrest at the thought of never returning to beautiful places such as these.