How I adore sailing

But the time runs fast, and two days soon ended. Shortly, we might be leaving our Villa Sveti Petar that is hospitable, when I would have to say that we are going to sail in Croatia and my big secret would be disclosed, and right now, only charter a yacht! But I told Michael that we have several hours for an unhurried walk through the town before we will be picked up and taken away. We drifted to the marina at midday to shoot some pictures of Rovinj from in the meantime and the opposite coast to admire the snow white yachts. “Just picture sailing someplace on one of them,” said Michael. Something I was cherishing for almost a year came true. A line that was particular was drawn-and only the sea was before us. “Give Michael a kiss,” I said. “This is the present! Happy birthday, my dear! Any of these snow-white attractiveness is yours for the whole week, my skipper!” Legal formalities took no longer than ten minutes. The crew and the captain were introduced to each other. There it was-our Bavaria. It was called Daisy, which means naughty. Fortunately, regardless of the name, the yacht did not get us into trouble. - I am working in a big company, which has in its offer Croatian boats.