Day 6 - Reset, recharge, rebound

12:00
I’m not sleeping well. No idea why not, but I’m not. I’m averaging maybe 5-6 hours a night, which I once would have thought super-deluxe, but which now is just not quite enough. The team are off to Perast today, but I may stay behind and try and catch up on some sleep. There’s a definitely some weather brewing, but the morning is actually quite bright and sunny. Vicki snoozes till 10:00 - no such sleep challenges for her… I grab some breakfast, before deciding to head back to bed for some snooze, and will see where the day takes me.

17:00
Holy shit - that was some nap. Everyone else heads off in a cab to Perast around 13:00, and I fall asleep moments later. I wake a few times, but essentially sleep for 4 hours. Much needed, much welcomed. I’m pretty groggy when I wake up, but it’s the kind of grog that comes from having had a deeply restful sleep, so I’m ok with it. I find everyone cowering under the covered table near the pool, and quickly deduce that the rains are here. Not wickedly heavy like our Monday experience, but sufficiently weighty to require shelter. Perast sounds/looks lovely from the photos they show me. I may pop up there tomorrow for a look around, if the weather gods play ball. I decide a rum and OJ is in order…

23:45
Around 19:00, the lightning starts to build, mainly over the mountains to the North of us. Given the likelihood of a rainstorm breaking out at any time, we head all of 50m up the road to a small Konoba for a bite to eat. They’re sufficiently worried about the storm that they seat us inside. I have a delicious risotto made with local sausages and some butternut squash. Simon has had an incident. He slipped over on the stairs in the villa, and has cut/badly bruised his left leg. He’s a bit subdued, and doesn’t even finish his red wine. This is unheard of, and we’re all a little worried about him. He heads back to the villa to go to bed, while the remainder head to our local café for a nightcap. Nicci and I complete the full range of local brandies, and we discover something rather lovely called Amaro Montenegro, which confusingly is not from Montenegro, but rather celebrates that marriage of a Montenegrin princess to the future king of Italy. The lightning is still present, and slowly building. As most make their way to bed, I spend 40 minutes on our sun terrace watching the light show in the clouds above me. I’m almost willing the rain and thunder to arrive. The lightning is spectacular, but I’m disappointed that it doesn’t appear to be progressing beyond that, so at 23:30, I call it a night.Read more