for 8 years now, i've been spending at least one week a summer in a tiny seside village in croatia with a group of friends and their families. i first went there when i was 14, a self-conscious giggling girl with big glasses and big dreams. now i'm 22, and i'm giggling a little less. still, i can easily say that the destination is my very favourite place in the world. it's nothing special, really, but in these 8 years it has managed to gain an awful lot of emotional and sentimental value for me. to me, it represents this part of my life, the evolution of my self. and every summer, when i see it again, it's funny how the place looks exactly the same, in spite of all the changes i went through during the year. it's like a time capsule, a portal, a little drop of eternity, within which every wave of the sea, every night at the beach, every grape i've eaten, every sunburnt afternoon, every peaceful evening merges into an image of one, unchangable, unbreakable, unforgettable essence of summer.
