I get up at 7:00 in the quiet hotel room. I have not slept. I have rested all night. I don’t mind. Po and I have a date to walk to a beach, which we find through the city about three miles away, following our gps. It’s a terrific clean cove with the typical pebble floor. When you swim with your head under water, you hear a lovely music of the gravel stones click clicking in your ears. A taxi home to the hotel for breakfast, and then our departure with the gang we’re with to the marina for our boat. We depart in the wind. We have our own tiny cabin with view to the sea. Tonight, we sleep anchored in the harbor of Pucisca, otok Brac where we anchored to visit a stone mason school. Frank and I quite quite tired tonight. I am curled up in a breeze through our curtained door with a view of this stone building city that climbs a hill and the turquoise water below.