My husband is in Dubrovnik -- not that I'm bitter or anything. Just because he had a great lunch, walked the old city walls, had a coffee people watching on the Stradun and is heading to Troubador for jazz in the city tonight. Just because I woke to a flooded basement -- no, I'm not bitter. I'm thinking back on warm breezy night spent in Dubrovnik with the old international gang, that wonderful treasure hunt that Jo planned through the old city streets and our dinner at Nautica, Sharon and Al's wedding at St. Blausius and the reception at the old fort overlooking the Adriatic and champagne toasts as we sailed in the harbor on that wonderful, traditional boat....I've gotta stop.
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