On a small island in the Adriatic Sea you might stumble upon this house, as I did. The house is abandoned now, but close your eyes and imagine what life have been here one day.
At first I found it hard to imagine. This small island is so far from the life I know, the life I sometimes dream of on small islands in the North Sea. The language, the vegetation, the heath, the surroundings.......
Then dreams started to come. People. Life. Laughter. Work. Green hands. I sat down to read my book, which happend to be Traveller's Prelude by Freya Stark.
..........og yes, it would not be difficukt at all to stay in this house during long winter night, among books, a fire and a mug of tea, dried figs.......
.....planning travels east of the moon.
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I found this house on Lopud island during our day on The Adriatic Sea.
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in the days since my stumble upon this old house, a tale about the life there is making itself come alive. I am daydreaming.
