Cavtat: Another tough week.

My Dad will always joke aloud; ‘this is the life, this is the life,’ to capture a situation that foretells at that specific moment that life just isn’t all that bad.

This little saying has been reiterated, and is starting to sound like a broken record, over these past few days.

Swimming, sun-baking (and then admiring with regret how London skin doesn’t quite turn a golden brown instantly), eating gelato; it’s been two tough days.

I was last in Cavtat, Croatia several years ago admiring it mainly from the interior of the yacht I was working on. Gone are those days now. This time, I wasn’t working (unless you count the 9-5 on the sun lounger) and was able to enjoy having feet on dry land.

Cavtat doesn’t look like it’s changed much. It’s still picture perfect. Every type of souvenir shop is lined along the promenade selling Croatian blue and white striped Tees. A few super yachts docked in the harbor watching over tourists strolling past. The smell of pine needles lingers in the air with sea salt and the crystal clear waters. Delish.

It’s been a nice excuse for a pit stop before we kick it up in Kotor, Montenegro.

For my Dad, he doesn’t need a two-day break in Cavtat to use his little saying. Normally it’s the small things that we take pleasure in. Kicking up his feet on the couch with the Sunday papers. Patting his stomach after a really good meal. Or just having a moment of contentment.

I hope you can find something over your weekend that gives you just a little bit of pleasure. So you can pause for a moment and say, ‘this is the life, this is the life.’

Toodle pip x

Adriatic you gorgeous thing!

Hard day in Cavtat.

Cavtat Town.

The office.