Island of Korčula

We stayed for 2 nights on the beautiful mediteranean island of Korčula, and we were smart (lucky) enough to be on the non-tourist side of the island in a small town called Vela Luka. Our balcony has a spectacular sea view, which we enjoyed while eating pizza rated the 20th best in the world, 3rd best in Croatia, and best dough in Croatia! It was very tasty pizza, and in the morning we had "cold Italian banquet" (which Toshi insisted on calling "cold Croatian banquet").

We went scuba diving in the morning and that was an adventure. Toshi did 2 dives and I just did one because my ears wouldn't pop (they need to do this to equalize the pressure) and my contact lens moved out of the right spot in my eye, so I couldn't see out of 1 eye. I had a great time floating at the surface and thinking about what was going on below.

After the scuba dive, Toshi rented a scooter and we tooled around the island enjoying vistas and little beaches. We also went to a large cave called Vela Spila that had been constantly inhabited from 15,000 BC (yes, 15,000 BC!) through the Middle Ages. They have been excavating it and finding all kinds of amazing stuff (which we didn't get to see because it is in a museum that was closed). The cave was neat because it had a large opening in the top that let some light in, but it still provided protection from rain for its inhabitants. There was even a tree growing in the middle of the cave, under a shaft of light coming through the "sunroof."

After the cave, we drove around some more and actually had a little accident on the scooter (we are fine!). A car came around a bend unexpectedly and the scooter skidded out from under us. Toshi did a great job of trying to get us back in balance and he braked so we hit the ground with less force than we would have if he hadn't reacted so well. We have some bruises and superficial scratches and we are very sore today, but mostly we are grateful that we are OK and really not hurt.

After this we went to dinner and Toshi was stretching his shoulders out because they were sore, and he actually popped his shoulder out of the joint (which is painful, but not serious). Luckily, trained first responder that I am, I knew exactly what had happened and I popped his shoulder back in. Then I insisted that we go to the hospital and get it checked out (the have VERY good doctors in Croatia, actually people come here from Great Britain to go to the doctor & dentist here because it is better service and cheaper). The hospital confirmed that it was nothing to worry about since I had popped the shoulder back in to the joint, so we went home and I dressed out cuts and put arnica on our bruises and we took a bunch of Advil. Then we sat out on the balcony and talked about how grateful we were for everything and had a lovely conversation about our future.

All in all, a good day. And definatly an adventure!