Fishing

Thank goodness for my two new friends, Gail and Norma. They are both originally from Canada and are long time friends when both were nurses together. Norma moved to Australia when she married a man from there, and that has been her home for many years.

The two friends get together every few years and often travel together.

“We travel very well together,” they both said at different times. They share equally, and even have a ‘kitty’ that they pool their money into.

Last night they invited me to go out to dinner, and we found the absolutely perfect place on a beautiful evening right near the inlet where small boats dock.

We ordered a fish that we looked at before it was cooked, vegetables, local white wine that was very good, and coffee afterwards. The food was perfectly prepared.

We ‘oohed and awed’ at the view as it became darker and lights reflected on the water across the inlet. Small row boats came to shore as we sat there.

A perfect evening with good friends. We laughed a lot.

Before the dinner, we got together at a community hall where two artists, both in their 70s, displayed their work. One women’s work was the views of Komiza and a few portraits as well. Another woman’s work was a bit more abstract, and lovely.

 

Today, on my way back from buying a few groceries, I saw the tall concrete and stone building that is shaped like a pyramid, only narrower, and is 35 meters tall, was open. I have been curious about that building and was happy to see someone standing near an open door.

“What is this building?”

“A fishing museum.”

“Is it open to the public?”

“Yes.”

“Are you in charge?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, I’ll come back after I put these away.”

So I went back and the young man told me that the building was built in 1585 in defense against  the North African pirates and also it was used for tax collecting. He explained that the lower floor where one enters, was a salt storage unit and salt during the early days was used to pay taxes.

The building became a Komuna, a community center and as of 1987 to present it has been a fishing museum.

The young man warmed up to me a bit, and told me I was welcomed to walk to the top of the building if I wanted. He smiled as if to say I probably wouldn’t want to walk up all those steps. I did want to, and I did walk up those steps. There was an iron pipe railing which made it possible.

So at the very top, there is a clock that keeps accurate time and the bells that are heard come from up there, as well.

I stood up there for a few minutes and took photos of the town and the sea and some of the houses.

“Oh, you’re up here,” the young man said.

“Yes, I made it up all those stairs.”

“Well, I just wanted to make certain you were here so I wouldn’t close up and leave you up here.”

“Are you closing?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, I’ll be down. I just want to take another photo here.”

“Okay.”

A few minutes later midway on my way down the stairs: “Hello?”

“I’m here. I’m on my way down.” I was tripping down as fast as I could.

“Okay, I just wanted to make certain that you were coming down.”

What is it with these people here? Why did he let me in if he was about to close down?

I got down and thanked him for letting me see the lovely exhibit.

“Where are you going now?” I asked.

“Home.”

 

 

Gail and Norma

2 Responses to Fishing

  1. What a lovely gesture for him to wait for you, give you a private tour and time to take photos despite the fact that he was actually closing. Lucky you! Travel serendipity!

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