The voice on the other end of the phone was cryptic and drenched in a thick accent. She said, “Yes, come,” and the line went dead. I turned to Peter with the phone still held to my ear, wondering if the voice on the other end of the line had actually understood what I was asking.
Peter asked, “What did she say?” I repeated her words. “That’s it? Do they have boats for us? Is the weather still ok for kayaking?”
“All she said is: yes, come.”
Even as seasoned travelers with an appetite for adventure and an impulsive disposition, this whole plan seemed pretty half-cocked. I mean, seriously, who in their right mind would travel over 500 miles, across three countries, with little more than a vague confirmation that we would have what we needed to pull off this escapade when we arrived? But we were talking about the Adriatic Sea, a sea kayaker’s paradise, with over a thousand islands to explore in the archipelago and warm and gentle conditions throughout most of the year. So, we took a chance and headed south out of Germany, across
