The zimmer stairway was half as narrow as a narrow stairway. The first floor was really the basement. We had to pull our luggage up two switchbacks to get to the 2nd floor where the men bunked then another flight for the women then another for the young couple. “Watch that last landing rail … what landing rail?” On our last morning, Dave experimented with the mysterious light switches to discover how to turn on the water heater. A hot shower was a nice touch. A charming restaurant next door served our first evening meal at Korčula . I had a fish craving. I’ve heard it said that eating meat is food, but in Croatia eating fish is pleasure. To that end, fish should swim three times; first in the sea, then in olive oil, then in wine … for me it was Croatian beer. I ordered the “first class” fish as opposed to the “second class” fish. I can’t explain the difference, but it was delicious. When nature called for Curtis, he stepped into a dark WC located right next to his table. The WC doubled as a storage closet. Cassie was called upon to flip the light switch just above their table. Space usage was a marvelous feat in tiny densely populated towns like Korčula.
13 The Greek House
Our next port of call was Korčula (KOHR•choo•lah). Again, a last minute change in room availability put us in flexibility mode. Rather than split our party with one couple bedding miles away, we made do with two large rooms and attic work for eight at House Pomenic. Curtis and Cassie got the 4th floor romantic attic (God bless the youth) and the three elder couples split up college dorm style with the sorority on the 3rd floor and the fraternity on the 2nd floor.
The zimmer stairway was half as narrow as a narrow stairway. The first floor was really the basement. We had to pull our luggage up two switchbacks to get to the 2nd floor where the men bunked then another flight for the women then another for the young couple. “Watch that last landing rail … what landing rail?” On our last morning, Dave experimented with the mysterious light switches to discover how to turn on the water heater. A hot shower was a nice touch. A charming restaurant next door served our first evening meal at Korčula . I had a fish craving. I’ve heard it said that eating meat is food, but in Croatia eating fish is pleasure. To that end, fish should swim three times; first in the sea, then in olive oil, then in wine … for me it was Croatian beer. I ordered the “first class” fish as opposed to the “second class” fish. I can’t explain the difference, but it was delicious. When nature called for Curtis, he stepped into a dark WC located right next to his table. The WC doubled as a storage closet. Cassie was called upon to flip the light switch just above their table. Space usage was a marvelous feat in tiny densely populated towns like Korčula.
The zimmer stairway was half as narrow as a narrow stairway. The first floor was really the basement. We had to pull our luggage up two switchbacks to get to the 2nd floor where the men bunked then another flight for the women then another for the young couple. “Watch that last landing rail … what landing rail?” On our last morning, Dave experimented with the mysterious light switches to discover how to turn on the water heater. A hot shower was a nice touch. A charming restaurant next door served our first evening meal at Korčula . I had a fish craving. I’ve heard it said that eating meat is food, but in Croatia eating fish is pleasure. To that end, fish should swim three times; first in the sea, then in olive oil, then in wine … for me it was Croatian beer. I ordered the “first class” fish as opposed to the “second class” fish. I can’t explain the difference, but it was delicious. When nature called for Curtis, he stepped into a dark WC located right next to his table. The WC doubled as a storage closet. Cassie was called upon to flip the light switch just above their table. Space usage was a marvelous feat in tiny densely populated towns like Korčula.
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