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| Buns of glory. |
After months and months of looong days of work, we all decided it would be a great idea to pack up and head down to Croatia for a couple of weeks to relax and to celebrate Andi's birthday. In the past these vacations have been a great escape where I am able to sleep a lot, read a lot, swim a lot, etc. This vacation was a bit different. Instead of blasting through 4-5 books, I got through 3 magazines and not a lot of sleep. A certain young man was a busy bee, practicing standing, flirting, swimming, digging, all of it. I was able to enjoy a bit of swimming in the shallow surf, but mostly watched out for this guy on his many Croatian adventures.
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| Here you find Vin attacking a young Polish girl. |
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| Here you find him flirting with a young Slovenian medical student. |
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Here you find him coaxing more tomatoes and wine
from our friendly neighborhood Croatian Oma. |
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| Here I am protecting Vin from being buried alive. |
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Here Vin is narrowly escaping collision from
toddlers manning battery operated vehicles. |
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And here Vin is enjoying the sea and surf, mostly by
shoving entire salty rocks into his chipmunk cheeks. |
We had a really great time with just a few hiccups caused by excessive heat (solved by the purchase of a fan) and many mosquito bites (solved with citronella candles and acceptance). The mornings consisted of coffee on the terrace with an Oprah magazine for me, playing with tractors and ants for Vin and organizing photos or searching for any wireless internet for Andi. Then after some light shopping in town, we would cook lunch, feed Vin, and as he napped, we packed up. As soon as he was up, we would head out and hit the beach where Vin would inevitably pee on each of us and strategically time wonderful poo packages either in the sea, or next to a neighboring sun tanner. I surprised myself with my ability to spring, in mere microseconds, from a prone and relaxed position to a ready to 'catch' stance complete with plastic baggy.
Vin especially liked the taste of salty sea rocks, delicious cigarette butts and anybody else's food. We would stay on the beach until after sunset and then V would fall asleep on the ride home and we would have a leisurely evening.