Kukljica: A-Salted

Yesterday, the water felt cold. Really cold. I was only able to psyche myself into dipping my toes in. The sun was feeling hot. Really hot, even though it was past four in the afternoon. 

I wanted to do the full monty and go for a proper swim. Claude encouragingly told me the water was much warmer the farther out he swam. I believed him. 

And I nearly went into shock from the freeze of the Adriatic. 

Today, I was much wiser. I cautiously dunked my toes in. It did feel warmer. And I lingered until I could linger no longer. 

 

In the only fashion that I know, I jumped in. There was nothing elegant about it. Arms went flailing, hair was everywhere and I was submersed. 

  

Then I came up, gasping for air. At least today the sea wasn’t burning my skin with its frigidness. Instead I was being a-salted. The Adriatic is by far the saltiest water I have ever had the pleasure of feeling. 

 

It was a quick dip. I admit I am part chicken when it comes to all things cold. 

 

Fully salted, red with cold, I went and did what any sane girl that is part chicken would do – go sit in the sunshine to warm-up.