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Time in Dalmatia
Holidays. Our journeying attained a mountain hamlet, life shrinking to a Wonderland. Clamouring bells invaded our waking, intruding our scheduled morning calm. Ignoring their summons we worshipped the sun, scorched in the heat, until, intoxicated, we danced in the dark. We revelled in an Eden whose language we knew not.
But when we were spent, excoriated, empty we returned to the ancient ways of St Nicola – rising with the reveille, plunging under the water, awakening to an expansive, exhilarating world. We heeded the noon bell sounding retreat from the fiery world allowing rest and renewal. Holy Days.
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