Raving

Rovinj The sun looks like an orb of butter as it slips below the horizon. On the opposite horizon, the white full moon rises in replacement. Across the bay lies the city of Rovinj. Its church at the very top of a symetrical hill. The town spiraling down around it in Venetian-style buildings plastered and painted in pastels. Looking across the bay, it is easy to picture this old city as it might have appeared centuries ago. We take our dingy into town as the sky is changing from blue to black. It is a city alive with energy and art and music. The narrow streets are filled with nooks hawking goods to the tourists that fill those narrow streets. A band is playing American cover songs that even in this distant country, the crowds lips sync up with the words. Young children dart back and forth amongst the gathered people playing children games and dancing to their parents amusement. If we ever stop to ask ourselves why we are here, the answer lies before us. We are a part of this. And yet we are observers looking from the outside in. Welcome to Rovinj.