So Much for Leaving

I stayed in Hvar for over three weeks and I already missed it. The best thing about not being able to go to Turkey was being able to meet all these great people.

So much for Kachi though. I told him I wrote about him and I think that scared him, that or the price of the dinner he told me he would treat me to. I told him I wanted to know more about his prison experience and he was evasive. I decided it had nothing to do with the war and about drugs. Hey, I do not know but Hvar has a reputation. Which leads to the gossip.

Every day I saw this this beautiful woman with the cutest clothes sitting on the steps outside her dress shop having coffee and chatting with other shop owners. I commented on her adorable shoes one day. I later find out that she destroyed this man. This according to another man, but my friend Melanie said he became a drug addict. I met him too. He bummed a cigerette from me. I could not wait to get away from him. I thought he was homeless. There were a few seemingly homeless guys in Hvar bumming cigs. I tell you in Turkey a man would never bum a cig. Of course, in Turkey there are no homeless. I believe they are taken out and executed.

So where I? Oh gossip. Well that's it except for the heavy coke scene that goes on during the months of July and August.

I saw no sign of drugs - thank god. I have enough problems. I only saw generosity. Ivana, at the pastry shop, giving free goodies occasionally, Ivana, with the same name, giving me an extra big scoop of ice cream, Evan giving me deals on proscuitto, cheese, wine and olive oil, among other things. More later. Next blog possibly.

Melanie gave me a 30% discount on top of the off season price for a necklace, braclet and earrings. Next door Frani gave me half of the glasses of wine I drank on the house. He said I helped business. Well, I did get those Austrians to buy two extra bottles of wine. And as for the Austrians they took me out for a beach day, treating me to breakfast and lunch.

I spent very little in Hvar. If I wasn't being treated then I was making my own dinner. I had a great big room with a balcony view of the bay, my own kitchen and bathroom. I first spent $16 for a smaller room and no balcony but for four bucks more got the better one.

When I went to the Santa Barbara Cafe. I didn't have to say a word. Immeditately Milan or another Ivana (popular name) bought me my large expresso with hot milk. I felt like a local. Even this good looking captain who I hadn't seen in four years recognized me. I was so flattered. Although I must say I've stayed at the same home each of the three times I've been here and the family didn't remember me. I'd rather have the captian remember me!