You got up early. Much too early. Just to get to the airport on time and suffer the first humiliations before breakfast. You sit on the plane and look down on the city you've lived in for a long time. Then you're above the clouds, and maybe you'll sleep a little longer. There's nothing going on anyway. Four hours and one change later, at an altitude of 10,069 meters, you look out of the window and see: the sea. Blue like the Adriatic. It is the Adriatic. At 848 km/h, the landscape glides past below you, which you will experience a little later at eye level - after landing, with the rented car exactly the same route along the coast back towards your destination: Korčula.
The first time, it's all still strange. The connections only emerge later. But you're always smarter when you leave the town hall. Preliminary research at home had revealed that the Sutvid restaurant could be a nice stopover on the way from Dubrovnik (or the airport, as it is called, but is located in the pampas east of the capital) to Vela Luka at the westernmost end of the island of Korčula. Hardly a detour from the calculated connection and somehow nicely described. The calculated arrival time seemed appropriate: just before one o'clock at noon.
