The wind in my wheels has brought me to Croatia for the first time, and after only a few hours I’m hoping it won’t be the last. I’ve heard “Dobrodošli u Hrvatsku” – “Welcome to Croatia” more times than I can count, and what I’ve seen of the Istrian peninsula and of the ancient city of Poreč thus far is unimaginably beautiful. Warm and friendly people, fabulous ice cream wherever one turns, and the good fortune of having unknowingly walked into a four day Mediterranean Folk Festival (YouTube) – Zlatna Sopela. Talk about pinching oneself!
Čudili se, što još hrvatski znadem, premda sam već toliko godina od kuće. — Pa kako to, da nisi zaboravio?
— A kako bili?! Ako i ne govorim hrvatski, to ipak hrvatski snivam, — a snivam vrlo testo …
Bog zna, hoće li se ti moji hrvatski sni ikad obistiniti!?
They were surprised that I still know Croatian though now so many years absent from my native land. — How is it that you didn’t forget?
— How could I? Though I don’t converse in Croatian, yet I dream in Croatian, — and I dream very often …
God knows whether these Croatian dreams will ever become reality.