A couple of days ago was a good day. That was the day for new adventures for Lars and I! We went on a mission to try our new snorkeling gear on the almighty beach of Rijeka – The Sablicevo Beach. You know the beach with the crystal blue water I visited last time, when I had my mental breakdown? Read the tragic story here. Anyway, this time around it was a blessed experience.
The water seemed to be even more clear this time and the water was at the perfect temperature. I even got Lars to join me, as he’s not the greatest fan of cold water. But yeah, it was amazing to actually spend time together in a different way. In other words, away from our computers. Hehe.
For me this day was the starting point to something I’ve wanted to try for a long time – freediving! And what I mean by a long time, is stalking other freediver’s IG accounts to the point it seriously wasn’t healthy anymore. So the mind-blowing thing happened at the end; why not.. try it?
Anyway, as I child, my cousin and I were constantly in the water during the summer, “pretending” to be mermaids and all that jazz. I also spent so much time with my family, and one of my closest friends, at the local pool back home. I could dive to 5 metres deep with no probs at all and could hold my breath for around 2 minutes.
My younger me is my biggest hero right now. Playful, carefree & explorative! Exactly what my life needs, and are some of the reasons why I’m going into this again.
Trying snorkeling this time was super nostalgic and it just came so naturally for me to be in the water again – and this time with my boo.
Yesterday was an odd day. I woke up having borderline existential crisis again and I barely wanted to do anything. You know the days where you just want to lay in bed and watch Netflix all day. But nooooo, I decided to push myself out the door, because guilt hit me for doing nothing and Lars also went out to explore new motorcycle grounds. Stupid indirect peer pressure.
But what I was off to do was of course something I’ve been looking forward to do for a long time – to find a beach here in Rijeka where I could test my new, super cheap snorkeling gear. So I was thinking that things could get awesome.
Well, it didn’t.
Let me make it clear, I was extremely happy to actually have made it to the beach, but keep on reading to get the juice. So, already the moment I left the house, I had a bad feeling about leaving. And guess what? My gut feeling was right. Cheeky intuition.
The first road I took lead to a dead end, so I had to drive back the same road. My engine stalled when I tried to start my car uphill. A total buzzkill that was. Then on the way, Google Maps and I were miscommunicating so many times, that I seriously considered mission beach to be failed and drive back home. Nope, I kept going.
When I finally arrived, then it felt worth it. Like it always is. The beach was breathtaking, the water was crystal clear and perfect for snorkeling. Like, look at the pictures.
Although, having spent too much of my time going in circles in the Rijeka maze, I only got 10 minutes before I had to go back and let Lars in the apartment. So no snorkeling. And what was supposed to be a 5-minute drive home, became a 30-minute mission.
Every time I missed an exit, Google Maps added 10 more minutes of driving. I stopped. Drove back. Google Maps rerouting. Google Maps rerouting again. Wow, a dead end! Then suddenly I was driving AWAY from town and phooof, I’m outside Rijeka. Somewhere on a mountain side.
At this point, I had already been crying for 15 minutes. To top this adventure, even a black cat crossed the road right before I arrived at home. Then I was just; “Fuck you cat. Fuck you adventure time.” I got home and cried in Lars’ arms for a good 5-minutes more.
Lesson of the day; always listen to your intuition and stay home to watch Netflix.
It’s simple, you just join a wine tasting and suddenly you’re 12 hours deep into a new friendship. That’s at least what happened to us. It could’ve been because we have just been lacking friends to talk to for 3 months, and anyone could’ve been a victim to our bla bla. But, I honestly can say that it was one of the greatest days I’ve had and it was because we just totally clicked with the people we met.
This wine tasting was a gift to my boyfriend, Lars the Winelover, for his birthday. Although, this wasn’t the usual kind of wine tasting. It was a wine tasting at a Medieval Castle in Chianti. Who doesn’t love a little castles and Medieval history to a bit of wine, right?
About the wine tasting tour
We met up in Florence and then we drove to a place called Trebbio. The place was just the most Tuscan place I’ve ever seen. A castle on top of one of the many Tuscan green hills as far as the eye can see, vineyards, olive trees and a red fiat casually placed next to a super Italian looking house.
Pazzi and wine tasting – what?
The whole experience started off with a tour around the castle, which by-the-way was owned by Medici’s enemies, The Pazzis, back in the days! We had no idea that our experience was going to involve us actually walking in one of the rooms where The Pazzis conspired against Medici’s power. Lars and I just looked at each other and had a moment of; holy scheisse, this gone be good. And it was amazing.
Though, the castle today is owned by some very “ordinary” people. It was bought by a duke as a gift for his wife back in the 60’s. Their grandchildren are now making this area into a Tuscan cradle. For me it was mind-blowing. Imagine growing up in a castle. A CASTLE. Their living-room was the Pazzi conspiracy room, like I can’t even.
Then the wine tasting journey took us below ground level and into the pits of wine.
The power of Chianti
We got an amazing introduction to the Chianti wine and how important it is to pronounce Chianti as Ki-anti and not Shi-anti. Otherwise you’ll be banned from Tuscany. And the Chianti God gives you alcohol poisoning even before you drink the wine. We also learnt about how important it is with extra virgin olive oil and got other tricks in the sleeve.
We also got a sneak peek of some wine from the early days, that no one is allowed to drink. I think Lars cried a bit inside, but we had to just give a teary glimpse on the wine and just keep walking.
An intimate wine tasting
Then our group was split up, where some people left on Vespa road-trip, and Lars and I, along with our two new best friends, went on a very intimate wine tasting. So yeah, it was four of us and we got super lucky to meet a couple from Down Under.
We got an amazing wine tasting, with different type of wine and some complimentary snacks from the area. Below you can see a very happy guide showing us some secret information about wine.
After the wine tasting we had some free time. Below you can see one picture of Lars, Mark and Tate, two of our new mateys. Or how they say it in Australia. Tipsy and merry, we just talked about everything between how huge corporations suck and the freedom of travels. We also met another couple from Murica.
After this amazing wine tasting in Tuscany, we drove back to Florence. Guess who was in the car together? Us, the Down Under couple and Murica couple. It hit me in the car that we are from three different continents and how amazing it is that we can just hang.
We also talked about the fact that Australia and North-America have only existed for a couple of hundred years. Sometimes I forget that it’s actually us Europeans back in the days. Tate also had some Swedish heritage in her DNA.
When we arrived back in Florence ready for more, we decided to go to a place where Lars and I once had a beer-date. On a bench.
We found some chairs this time and three beers later, the Muricans left. Yet, the four of us still weren’t done talking. So we ended up talking until 00, Lars and I missed the last train home and had to spend a spontaneous night in Florence. It was a good day.