White washed city...awesome coast...and "Giligan Island" type of tour.....
This white-washed town on the coast of the Adriatic was picture perfect.. We took a boat tour to see the grottos (caves). These caves were incredible to explore,the colors in the water is like a painter’s palate). We weaved in and out of grotto's, so breathtaking.
There was a chance of rain, but little did we know that we would be be spending so much time in a grotto...
"Mama mia! Molte aqua!," was all the boat's captain could say after 45 minutes stranded in the grotto. There he is to the left, in disbelief....
The slideshow below will demonstrate the beauty of the boat ride, we all kept snapping pictures, each more wonderful than the prior.
On the way back we made a quick pit-stop, in case anyone needed to use the toilet before heading back. Some of us stayed on the boat. The clouds were growing darker, but hey, it was only 11am and on weather.com hour-by-hour forecast clearly stated that the rain wouldn't come until 1pm. So, no worries, right? Anything on the Internet MUST be "true".....
Suddenly a sprinkle...there were less than 10 of us still on the boat, plus the Captain and a young assistant. Sprinkle. Sprinkle. Hmmm, the young assistant grudgingly followed the orders and found the blue tarp, that had more holes than a typical slice of Swiss Cheese...another boat pulls up next to us to go ashore. The waves were forcing the two boats to do the boating version of slam dancing, so then our Captain had no choice but to back-up our boat.
It should be noted that the only way the tarp could be useful was if we humans played the role of a pole to hold it up. To be honest, I never had a strong desire to be a human pole, but hey, when you travel you gotta go with the flow, so hey, do whatcha gotta do, eh?
Peering from beneathe the blue tarp, we noticed the land was getting farther and farther away. Ahhh, we'll leave the folks on dry land there, and he'll bring us back to the harbor/hotel and go back to get them. Great idea! Oh...but....wait...we pulled into one of the grotto's we had visited earlier. Next thing we know the young assistant is pulling back the blue swiss-chees tarp. So this was to be "home" indefinately.....well, if I'm going to be stranded, being stranded with a handsome Italian captain...could be worse....
There was a chance of rain, but little did we know that we would be be spending so much time in a grotto...
"Mama mia! Molte aqua!," was all the boat's captain could say after 45 minutes stranded in the grotto. There he is to the left, in disbelief....
The slideshow below will demonstrate the beauty of the boat ride, we all kept snapping pictures, each more wonderful than the prior.
On the way back we made a quick pit-stop, in case anyone needed to use the toilet before heading back. Some of us stayed on the boat. The clouds were growing darker, but hey, it was only 11am and on weather.com hour-by-hour forecast clearly stated that the rain wouldn't come until 1pm. So, no worries, right? Anything on the Internet MUST be "true".....
Suddenly a sprinkle...there were less than 10 of us still on the boat, plus the Captain and a young assistant. Sprinkle. Sprinkle. Hmmm, the young assistant grudgingly followed the orders and found the blue tarp, that had more holes than a typical slice of Swiss Cheese...another boat pulls up next to us to go ashore. The waves were forcing the two boats to do the boating version of slam dancing, so then our Captain had no choice but to back-up our boat.
It should be noted that the only way the tarp could be useful was if we humans played the role of a pole to hold it up. To be honest, I never had a strong desire to be a human pole, but hey, when you travel you gotta go with the flow, so hey, do whatcha gotta do, eh?
Peering from beneathe the blue tarp, we noticed the land was getting farther and farther away. Ahhh, we'll leave the folks on dry land there, and he'll bring us back to the harbor/hotel and go back to get them. Great idea! Oh...but....wait...we pulled into one of the grotto's we had visited earlier. Next thing we know the young assistant is pulling back the blue swiss-chees tarp. So this was to be "home" indefinately.....well, if I'm going to be stranded, being stranded with a handsome Italian captain...could be worse....
Eventually the rain let up, and those of us doing a bad impersonation of "drowned rats" went back to meet up with our dry compatriots.. Some (not from our tour) actually complained the seats were wet....