Photos I didn’t take – Croatia

One week into readjusting from my sailing trip to Croatia and I am trying to understand how and why my cameras remained hidden most of the time. From time to time, throughout my trip, I would say to myself: I must remember these colors, this narrow street, this tasty fish, this sparkling drink. I must remember because no way I am taking my phone out and disrupt this moment for a picture.

At times, I would be lazy. At times, I would be swimming, near water or in the path of the waves. Most of the times, I would just close my eyes and suck it all in. Graffiti hearts, shoes on floors and blue on blue were the only notable exceptions.

To remember, this is a list of photos I didn’t take this time around, in no particular order:

• Perfect ice cream balls, one on top of the other, in sweet pastel colors, melting from the hot sun, dripping through the fingers, with a perfectly sweet and crunchy cone
• Raw, wild rocks, covered in green, with blue sky above and blue sea below, just about the most wonderful waking up view there is
• Narrow streets, lined with houses overlooking the sea from their small windows, adorned with colorful flowers
• Medium rare tuna steak, with spinach and little potato pieces
• The tastiest butter, parsley and garlic sauce, perfect match for fluffy bread, with crunchy crust
• Finger licking and bread dipping Buzara skampi
• The strange, annoying, brain clearing songs of the cicadas
• Strong brave sunrises (yes, I had been waking up bright ‘n early, no way around that, when sleeping on deck, with cicadas close by)
• Bloody calm sunsets
• Wonderfully dark and deep stormy sea mirroring the blazing lightnings and echoing the tumultuous thunders and sending waves over board to wash away our fears and dreams of greatness
• The salty smell of sea on my skin
• The incredible feeling of freedom combined with butterflies, the stomach variety, when floating over water, even for just a split second
• The rocky lines of an island two girls tried to swim around (to be accomplished at a later time, sooner rather than later)
• This song, our trip’s anthem
• Looking out at the sea and feeling small and insignificant, yet safe and powerful

It was a wonderful experience and I might not take some more photos just like these in the future.