The last day on the coast

Budva · softly closing

The last full day on the Adriatic. Tomorrow is a predawn taxi and a flight, so tonight the bag has to be roughly packed, which it won’t be. Most of the day, though, is meant to be quiet on purpose — a long walk, a longer lunch, an afternoon of sitting somewhere with a view, one more good coffee drawn out far past the point of reason.

There’s a little admin hiding in it too: the online check-in, the salt I’ll find in the camera bag while I’m at it, and a message to confirm the taxi I don’t quite trust to come. The rest is permission to do nothing.

The last coastal evening, and how it felt to be standing at the turn-around point, gets written here once it’s behind me.