it was magical.
tranquil and mysterious.
distant mountains swathed in mist.
no cars, just boats.
a benedictine nunnery built in 782 where nuns live and practice today, and make their famous kloster liquor.
a gravestone with the beautiful name apollonia...who was she? what was her life like on the island? i only know she lived in the 1800s.
sea birds dipping in the air and gliding over calm waters. ducks picking around frosty gardens. there were foxgloves and dahlias here in summer. I can see their frozen stalks against weathered picket fences.
we warmed ourselves with rich food and looked at hand-painted pottery in a local shop.
and when we left, the ferry pulling away from the dock, i hoped i would come back again. to this tiny, quiet piece of magic.
xo country girl