Hello my Lovelies. Im coming to you this morning from a ferry – not a sailboat – in the middle of the Adriatic Sea. I’m on my way back to Split a few days early from Yacht Week after losing the battle with the wicked cold that has chosen to inhabit my body after our freezing cold Plitvice scooter adventure. Always considerate of others, I abandoned my mates before infecting them all, caught a taxi from Milna to Hvar and hopped the ferry back to Split.
I have just been informed by the captain that one of the engines on the ferry has gone out, adding an extra hour to our ride. Because I did not anticipate this particular adventure, I am woefully unprepared to endure this extra hour cooped up in a ferry cabin with no moving air, three crying babies, no music, no internet and one little girl with no chill and parents who could care less about the comfort of their fellow passengers.
I read a quote the other day from Bruce Lee – the basic gist was there are two ways to look at every situation, so if you have to choose, why not take the positive one? I’m choosing you as my silver lining Lovers, and taking this opportunity to share the Random.
There’s not much to report since I last updated you less than 24 hours ago. The Boatharts got together last evening for a family style surf and turf that was on point with the rest of the food I have written about. I have to give a special shout out to our Skippers for all of the amazing recommendations they’ve provided.
It was lights out for me as soon as my head hit the pillow, and I slept hard until a coughing fit forced me out on the terrace where I got to watch a lightning storm in one direction and the sunrise in another. After having the pleasure of watching London get her birthday present from the Hartthrobs – a video compilation of well wishes from the crew and her family – I cabbed it to the other side of the island and purchased my ticket for the Judita back to Split. Its a dreary, rainy day here on the islands, the first one I’ve seen since being here, so I posted up at a cafe under an awning and wait to board. The boardwalk on Hvar provides some fantastic people watching, including a boat hand that walks back and forth whistling. I can’t help but smile at him, and at the fact that just a little over a year ago, whistlers annoyed the ever living shit out of me, but all I can think is this guy loves life so much he can’t help but make music at work in the rain on a disgusting day. He’s choosing the positive.
Even before the ferry debacle, I was already missing my boat family. They’ve all been reaching out individually to send me get well wishes, bluetooth hugs (our new version of long distance) and let me know they’re sad I couldn’t finish the journey with them. At the end of my last post, I told you emotions had caused some rifts, but just like any family, we pull together instead of breaking apart, and my heart is as full as my sinuses with all the love that is being sent my way. Its only a few days, but I can’t wait until they get back and I can hug their necks again. As long as I’m better. Of all the things I do want to be, patient zero is not one of them.
Split is (finally) coming into view, so I’ll be signing off and catching an Uber back to the massive orange couch in my Split home. I hear new seasons of Orange is the New Black and American Crime are out, and I fully intend to be judged by Netflix over the next 72 hours (YES, I’m still watching) after brewing up some honey-lemon-cinnamon-ginger tea.
Approach every situation is two ways, and I hope you find the way to choose the positives and Love this Random world of ours.