About a trip on a sailing yacht in Croatia
Love from the first wind
At night I returned from the most amazing vacation in my life! . . I heard that yachting is addictive. I believed in it. . . Now everything turned upside down in my head and, probably, finally fell into place. . . Yachting is, apparently, some kind of incurable disease that you catch from the first careless time.
There is a completely crazy state inside, it is extremely difficult to describe it, laying it out on the shelves - but I will try... What exactly made me fall in love with this type of holiday?
First, it is the sea. Huge, clean, bright blue, every day surrounding you with its all-powerful body and causing a desire to get lost somewhere and never return... I will never forget that feeling of crazy ecstasy that arose when I was sitting on the bow, the yacht was flying under with a sail, and salty spray doused me with flying and swing... Wet through and through, in jeans, a sweater and a jacket, I crawled out of there, staggering, as if after rough sex - and realized that this love is mutual, real and for a long time...
Secondly, this is the yacht itself. The feeling that there are people next to you who can control this colossus, who, like magicians, can turn the sails, these pieces of matter, and make them obedient to their will, like well-oiled mechanisms - this is something crazy... Probably, I was some kind of wrong woman, as it often happens to me)) But I just organically could not sit inside, in the wardroom, when Magic happens outside. When three or four people do the impossible. All these lighthouses, throwing sails, moorings in marinas. . . "Fenders overboard", "Give mooring lines". . . Hands turning winches, and the birth of energy from the air - for me it was a real life! As a result of my bezvylaznogo sitting on the deck - the whole face is weathered the fuck, like a real sailor. I have been sitting for the third hour under a thick layer of cream and trying to return myself to the state of a woman =)))
The third thing that captivated me in a yachting holiday is diversity. On the one hand, you are at the sea, you can swim in the cleanest and most beautiful places, wherever you want. On the other hand, every day you are somewhere in a new city. For Croatia - in a new piece of Europe. Original towns, smiling people, coffee with milk. . . Narrow streets paved with ancient stones, churches, parks, fountains. . . You are not tied to a hotel with a pig-and-pig all-inclusive system. You are completely free. You can see half the country - or stay in the town you like for the rest of the holiday. Your choice, your right.
But the most important thing in this holiday is people. I don't know where else you can find such a warm, one-wave company. If you go to rest in a hotel - you will marinate all the time in a company of two - a maximum of three people. There were ten of us here. Ten people filtered by the very concept of "yachting". Adequate, smart, configured for outdoor activities and adventure. I don't remember the last time I felt so warm on vacation. When I laughed and talked so much. When every minute was filled with meaning. . .
In general, I am in a state of damn sadness from the fact that everything is over. One week turned out to be insanely short - I want more, excitedly and with trembling hands. It's just a bummer =)
