“I’m so dizzy, my head is spinning. Like a whirlpool, it never ends . . .” Remember that old Tommy Roe song? Yeah, well, that’s been my theme song for almost a week now. I guess my allergies took the whole “party in my head” thing literally and decided to host a hoedown in my semi-circular canal. Whenever I go from sitting to lying or lying to sitting, or even if I just tilt my head wonky (and who doesn’t do that umpteen times a day?), I have to brace myself and take a little break until the walls find their proper positions again. It’s a bit trippy.
Oh, and speaking of “trippy,” the timing couldn’t be more jolly. Tomorrow I fly to Colorado for the sixth annual FDDDS+M (Father Daughter Daughter Daughter Son + Mom) ski trip. This is my dad’s baby–a chance to spend a long weekend skiing with his children sans spouses and grandkids. We always have a blast, and I’m sure this year will be just as fun–provided my eardrums don’t explode from pressure on the plane, and I don’t take a dive from the chairlift due to disorientation. Note to self: NO wonky head tilts while suspended in a chair swinging far above a steep mountain side.
So, I guess this means I’ll be taking a brief sabbatical from Croatia stories. But before I go, I want to leave you with one more set of photographs. In Dubrovnik our hotel faced west, and every evening God provided an original light show–sometimes subtle, sometimes stormy, sometimes spectacular. I hope you enjoy these images of sunset on the Adriatic Sea.