Makarska story

Since my only daughter grew up to be the intolerable adult girl, women outnumbered me in my home. I am not the man who decides anything, not even where to spend my days of, cause with them, I don’t have that anymore. So, I got the order to find accommodation in Croatia, in Makarska, precisely. We were going to spend holidays with our friend couple who have a daughter similar age as our precious girl.

At first I was indisposed about the diversity of apartments on internet sites; pictures seemed like they are cut out from the magazines of the houses and sea bays and details in such a great number, that I did not know what to choose. And I didn’t even want to go there; if I was asked, I would find them a deserted island and leave them there for fifteen days, especially the younger one. She was just tending to break all of the rules we tried to learn her about. You should, or even better, shouldn’t see, those dresses and shorts she is going to wear on our trip to sea. So I pointed with my finger on the screen, booked the apartment finger shown, and it turned to be a real goal.

It was modern but warm and nice; the hosts were jolly and generous. We had the most wonderful view on Saint Peter peninsula and Makarska bay. I think I have never seen a small town of such beauty and so alive. The whole town was one big beach with great number of people acting like they are in their living room back home. I enjoyed mornings, those few hours of rest from the noisy and shiny night, when bit by bit Makarska was wakening up; a seagulls cheering, fishing ships coming back from the open sea and humming streets in expectation of a brand new day.

At first we didn’t sleep at all; I would like to see the one who can forbid something to a fifteen year old girl on her summer vacations. So, we were waiting for the whole night for our precious to come home or went looking for her smile in a sea of smiled faces along the city. Makarska is a living fear for parents of young girls; it is a town of love. Even the city it self is in love; it lies in the lap of magnificent Biokovo, the mountain 1762 meters high where we went hiking one day. Friend even drew a hang glider, but I am more couch type of a man. Anyway, the mountain and the sea kissed each other for a long time before they love made a playful child like Makarska is. But then it succeeded to get us too. At firs, I just couldn’t resist to glance some pretty long legs or shiny hair over the naked back, secretly of course. I was starting to relax.

And than the good vine, tasty food and warm breeze from the sea on tuned terraces did it. I discovered what I have forgot; that my wife is attractive women, too, and the vacation ended my daughter was waiting the whole night for us to come back to the apartment and we were wondering with smile on our faces in the sea of smiled faces along the city beneath the great Biokovo Mountain.