a floating speck among old world vineyards

After leaving the seaside town of Dubrovnik, we had to make the long drive back to Split. Wanting to take a route that was different from whence we came, the three of us found ourselves deep in the heart of Croatia’s countryside of towering mountains and valleys of green vineyards.

In the golden hour of afternoon light, the windows were rolled down to let us breath in country air. Hand built stone walls lined the road as we went by, folks looking up from the porch chairs to raise a hand in friendship.

Row after row of grapevines held my imagination, and I knew that no one would love you as much as I did in that moment.

Wench, bring my ale, what say you?