Sweatin' in Dubrovnik

 Early morning in old town Dubrovnik is the best time. The cruise ships with hordes of tourists haven't shown up yet, the streets are newly washed and the stone gleams in the morning sun.  

 

I took advantage of the emptier streets to take some selfies(I got short arms so they'll all be pretty close up on my face, apologies). Selfie sticks are umbiquitous here and I secretly wish I have one now but I'm fighting the urge(I just can't!).

 

 

If you know me, you know that I love outdoor markets and Dubrovnik had one EVERY DAY(except Sunday's-95% Roman Catholic population). Breakfast cost me 3 euro total(about $3.41, I've been workin' this XE currency exchanger app, I'm on my third type of currency, the Kuna) which saves me mula for the wall entrance(120kn=$18) and the Game of Thrones tour(180kn=$27). Ouch! The site entrances and tours are what Michael and I found sucked up the most of our money and it's no different here. So I eat breakfast alfresco.

  

 

   

BUT, it's already 88 degrees...I eat my Burke back at my room in my Sobe which is basically an Airbnb. Croatian grandmothers had this figured out long before Airbnb came along. The woman who lives in this 150 year old apartment must be getting close to 150 herself. I mean, she is ancient! So it's like I'm staying with grandma which is nice. 

  When I arrived she made me a glass of Croatian tang and gave me some cookies while she used a magnifying glass to write down my passport info. I dusted the whole bowl of cookies and she had to restock the bowl. 

After my morning walk I've come to accept that I'm just going to sweat while I'm here. Not cute little beads of perspiration but rivulets of sweat down my face, chest and back. In fact, I think Dubrovnik means "wet" in Croatian. 

    

 

As you can see in my "before" pic, so pretty and proud of myself and then...the after. Sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat, Sweaty! I'm trying to move past the denial phase("it's not that bad") and the bargaining("please breeze! Please!!) and into the acceptance phase("Hi, I'm a puddle of sweat walking around in clothes. Would you please take my picture to document the ignominy that are my sweat glands?")

After the GoT tour I took a siesta in my air conditioned room. I'm writing this post in procrastination of going out into the heat again. That said, complaining about sweat and high ticket prices tells me I'm feeling more normal and I've been feeling like I'm catching my stride. Really, I'm having a blast!