The 2020 Version Of Summer Holidays

Me and my town in the magic twilight

Uff. I got a little dispirited after my last entry when I poured out my heart about my homesickness and nobody said anything about it! And then I sent an email to those who follow the blog a few weeks later, not realising that WordPress had closed off the comment option by then. Thanks for the emails telling me you’re still out there. I ❤ you guys.

To re-emphasise what I said about being very happy here and this being sort of the ideal place, I thought I’d post a few pictures. The above was taken by Cassandra just this past weekend, when we went for drinks in the balmy late-summer air of historical Trsat, which is like a little fairy-tale village but very much part of the town (and even fairly central). The picture doesn’t do the view justice by a long road, the panorama stretched all the way to what’s far outside the left edge of this picture.

I’ve been travelling a little too, but only in my own car, because one COVID scare is enough for me by far (not that there’s any way to completely exclude the possibility of infection in any case, but at least I’m not taking any planes or trains). In July, I drove to Germany to visit my auntie and my dad. It was insane: Two full-day trips for just over a day there, but I’m so so glad I went. Dad is 91 and getting thinner and more frail every time I see him. His dementia means that he doesn’t quite get what’s going on, and that’s probably for the best. I got to spend a good hour with him, pushing his wheelchair around the little park of the care home (visitors are not allowed inside at the moment) and sitting on a bench and chatting. I’m not even sure he still knows who I am, but he corrected me when I got the name of a street in his hometown wrong – that he still remembers!

On the way there, I spent one evening with my Auntie Inge who still lives in the said hometown. I have memories of a lot of childhood holidays there, but it was only now that she told me the details of the day when her younger sister died in 1945, and the exact spot where it happened. I’d always known that I should have had another auntie who died in the very last days of WW II at age five, but I never knew the details, and I must say, it’s a harrrowing tale.

Hers was a completely pointless death, all the fault of those asshole Nazis who were already utterly defeated but still insisted on sending soldiers – including teenagers and old men – to attack the US forces, who would never have decided to shell that little Bavarian town if they hadn’t been under constant, hopeless, last-ditch attack from them. One of the first hits destroyed a house next to which my Auntie Edith was just walking with the youngest (my dad had four sisters), trying to get home because the air-raid sirens had gone off. She was flung aside as Maria-Luise got buried under the rubble of the crumbling house wall. And then it fell to that 11-year old to carry her dead sister home, after digging her out. And my Auntie Inge who told me the story, only got away because she had decided to skip ahead. Imagine what these girls must have been through, imagine that on a child’s psyche, at a time when there was no psychological care for trauma sufferers after the war.

On to more cheerful subjects. Back in Croatia, I spent a few carefree weeks going swimming in the sea 1-2 times a week and working from my little dreamy spot outside the house:

I also looked after the most adorable little cat for a while, who has thankfully found a home in the meantime, because I couldn’t keep her, of course, much as I wanted to because she truly stole my heart. But she’s very happy now!

In August, I took a 3-day mini holiday at my doorstep, in Istria. I drove the 2 hours or so to Rovinj, a romantic historical town with enchanted little cobblestone streets and cafes by the sea. The next day I took the ferry to the island Cres, where Claudia lives, and spent a day with her. We went swimming and had dinner in yet another fairy-tale old town, and the next day I got the grand tour around the island with Claudia as my chauffeuse and tourist guide!

Here’s a sunset impression from the old town of Rovinj, looking out to the sea and a little island I wish I could live on:

I can see already that I’m going to have to make another entry talking about a further subject I’m very excited about, because this one’s getting too long. But there’s one more thing I still need to tell you! I’m hoping the infection numbers will go down in autumn because I’ve decided to spend December in Vienna, pandemic situation permitting. Vienna is magical at Christmas, and of course so is Rijeka, but I haven’t been to Vienna in December in 15 years and so it’s time. I’m booking lots of concert tickets which luckily are fully refundable in case they should get cancelled. I don’t care if I have to wear full HAZMAT, I need to get out and hear live music. Fingers crossed.

I know this blog entry gives the impression that I’m out and about a lot, but believe me, these two trips represented two Monday-to-Wednesday car journeys on my own. That was it. I’m still mostly in isolation at home, when I go swimming I’m on my own, I’ve met with a friend twice over the last six weeks, and otherwise I only do grocery shopping. I’m high-risk, and there are too many fascist conspiracy theorists believing COVID is a hoax and boycott masks – stupid science deniers that they are – for me to take any chances. After 6 months, it’s really starting to feel heavy being isolated. Fuck Nazis.

So this was Part I. Expect Part II within the next week or so! And before I sign off: Below is a shot I took in the famous Valentino cocktail bar in Rovinj, where you actually sit “on the rocks”, on cushions, directly above the sea. It’s ridiculously beautiful and romantic – well, I think the picture gives you a good impression.

Take care of yourselves, and let me know how you are.

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Valentino Bar in Rovinj

12 thoughts on “The 2020 Version Of Summer Holidays

  1. Looks like comments are back 🙂 I’m happy you got to see your dad and aunt. Her sister’s story is a bad one. Like so many from that time. Being an extrovert, I definitely know the feeling of isolation these days. I hope Corona goes and dies soon so people can have their lives back (and so no more people get sick and/or die of course).

    1. Yes, comments are possible up to a month after a new entry is posted 🙂
      I’m sooo with you in wishing this virus would go away. It has made my life shrink and complicated even the simplest things. And the suffering and dying is awful to watch.
      I still wish I could wake up one morning to find it was just a bad dream!

      1. Karen

        Glad you are ok. My only sadness is not being able to meet up. It’s been too long since we danced and Sat listening to music and because of this virus that reunion will have to wait. You are what you have always been to me, a wonderful individual who has enough love to share with all and a friend who saved me. Love always sister.💖💖💖

      2. Heeeey ❤ So good to "read you" here! Yeah, that stupid virus has pretty much eliminated all my travel plans for a while. It would be so brilliant to go dancing again, like we did, oh gosh, do you realise this was going on 30 years ago?? Mad. And I feel just as silly, hopeless, mad for music etc as ever. I bet if we met up in Galway tomorrow (with Shane too for good measure), we'd just go on to the nearest night club and show the youngings how it's done. So much love and major hugs!! xxx

  2. First of all, no one is judging you for going out. Even when your are in the risk category, getting out is good for your mental health 🙂 And if you can go out in relative safety (like you said, you can never exclude all the risks), then why shouldn’t you?
    I’ve been loving the pictures you post of Croatia. I know it’s beautiful, and it’s the kind of beauty I can’t get enough from.
    I’m so glad Kitty found a home!! What a relief! I was almost considering taking her in myself 😛
    I love the picture of your laptop in the shade! That is so summer in Croatia , love that!

    The story about your auntie, wow… So few people left that lived through the war, they are the last voices of the horrors that happened during that time. I hope these stories keep being told to the following generations, so we don’t have to experience that ever again.
    I’ve been reading about ancestral trauma’s and healing and well,… We underestimate the impact that those events have even generations after.
    The war in Croatia wasn’t even that long ago, and you can still feel the wounds. Particularly in the Karlovac region, it’s still very very visible.
    And the trauma’s for those children, beyond aweful. Words cannot express how horrible it is for young children to have to go through such things and the trauma’s that it creates and that they carry with them all their lives, and even pass on to their children etc. Horrible.
    We’ve been hearing a lot about how the energy is shifting and so many people are awakening to source energy and all that. But when you think of regions in the world where people are still living in a warzone, all that ascension talk just seems so far away…
    Anyway, last but not least, I hope you get to go to Vienna !! I would love to go there myself one day, and yes Christmas period would be lovely.
    Enjoy enjoy enjoy !!!
    Big hugs !

    1. Heeey hun! So good to “hear you” here again ❤️

      I’m not too worried about people judging me (I mean, let’s face it, they do anyway, haha) but being worried about me. I know I am when my friends are out and about! But I really avoid other people with very few exceptions (I’ve come closer than 1 m to less than a dozen humans since mid March).

      Croatia truly is a dream, and Kasia-kitty now lives only about 15 minutes away so I can visit her! As for war wounds, I haven’t visited those places here yet. Definitely will do that in the future, thanks for that. My aunt’s story deeply affected me and got me to read up on the history; I wrote down what she told me as well. I think it’s important our family knows about this traume we’ve doubtlessly all inherited (since it’s become clear that trauma is genetically passed on).

      There are shifts happening in the world for sure, I agree, and right now that manifests in a lot of darkness – but light as well ❤️


  3. Jonquil Alexia

    So lovely that you got to visit your Dad & Auntie! Sweet working spot you have. I hope that you’re able to go swimming for a few more weeks (before colder weather sits in). Fingers crossed for Vienna!

  4. Good to hear you’re doing well. Lovely Photos that you shared here 🙂 and I am always looking forward to your new posts. Ireland has been wet and stormy this year and the summer just ..wasn’t. Looking forward to your next post 😀 Stay safe

    1. Heeeey! So good to see you here. Sounds like you had a proper Irish summer, haha! The weather here just astonishes me, it’s so beautiful.
      The next update will follow in just a few days. Take care and stay safe ❤

  5. Hi love!
    Croatia is beautiful, but I can easily tell that I still have SO much to discover there. Love the pictures too, and I will keep my fingers crossed for your December-trip to Vienna!

    1. Thank you, I can use all the crossed fingers available! xD I’m just sorry you don’t get to do the work you love and travel yourself right now. F that virus. Hugs!!

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