So close, yet so far from paradise. That’s what Elvis sang in 1965. That’s also how I felt constrained to the beach instead of being in or preferably on the water.
Sailing season is still four months away and being caressed by the soft, warm northeasterly winds of the Canary Islands didn’t ease the longing. Starting to look for options in the Med for an early start. A week or preferably two on the Croatian coast to start off is starting to look like a very attractive alternative.
After looking at the pictures tell me you can’t hear the roar of the waves, feel the cool Atlantic tickling your toes or smell the warm breeze passing by. You’re in paradise.