Monday, August 25, 2008

Devices named after Fruits

After my slightly cheesed off earlier post from Krakow, I am pleased to advise that while the bank problem remains unfixed, the soothing balm of the Adriatic has left me in a somewhat milder mood!

I am currently on a bus to Split, from where I will hop on a ferry to Hvar for 4 lazy lazy days, before ending in Dubrovnik next Monday. Hallelujah holidays!

Since Krakow we have; taken an entertaining, sleepless night train to Vienna, stayed in a hostel that stunk of rotting cabbage, rowed across Lake Bled in the Julian Alps (stunning!), watched the sunset in a village near Zadar while listening to music and looking at the sea, taken frenzied morning trips to the chemist (don't ask-it involves tummy bugs) and stuffed ourselves full of seafood a la Croatia. Needless to say, the girls and I are chilled. Or chilledski even?

I am breaking my own self imposed rule here by offering purely a narrative account, analysis free. Ah well - perhaps that's part of being truly relaxed - the not being too bothered, that is.

I am yet to decide whether the advent of the blackberry is a curse or a blessing for holidays. Downside - I can see what is going on at work all the time, Upside - I won't have too many emails to return to when I, shudder, return to work. The other thing is that it is remarkably handy to be able to google things to prove yourself right (or occasionally wrong!) when ensconsed in a dinner-time debate. The GPS is also useful (if not entirely understood by it's owner and her companions) and provides the light entertainment of watching onself represented as a red dot, aimlessly circling the strasses and platzs of Vienna, for example. Anyway, we shall see if I can bite the bullet and reduce the use of this wee device for this last week of sun, sun, sun.

Ok - I am nodding off - all that Electric Elephanting has made me weary. The ipod and travel snacks beckon, as does a nap with the practically obligatory open mouth and chin dribble. Mmmm. Glamourous.

Ciao.
"To be a citizen does not mean merely to live in society, but to transform it. If I transform the clay into a statue I become a Sculptor; if I transform the stones into a house I become an architect; if I transform our society into something better for us all, I become a citizen" Augusto Boal