Three Weeks In Paradise. 9. Mekićevica Goes to Mekićevica

Hvar is one of the driest and sunniest places in Europe, so weather like yesterday never lasts very long. Surely enough, Monday started with brilliant sunshine and light wind.
Today an important part of The Dream is coming true: Mekićevica is going to Mekićevica, the small bay a couple of miles from Hvar town after which she is named. We motor out between the usual mess of local boats, yachts, fishing boats and hoist the sails in the slightest breeze and slowly move eastwards along the coast. We were moving so slow that we had time to have a chat with a local fisherman who was tending to his nets in front of the Pokonji Dol light house. He looked puzzled at the Belgian flag and at the name of the boat and asked in Croatian: "Are you Belgians?" He  used to sail a Leisure 17, so he appreciates small sailing boats and was very well impressed with Mekićevica. In total contrast to questions about the name we get in the Netherlands, he commented: "So, she is going home!" I could have kissed him.

Relaxed sailing past the Pokonji Dol light house.

The arrival to Mekićevica was a happy moment for boat and crew. We even picked a mooring buoy under sail, just as I had dreamed so may times. We spent the day swimming, soaking up some sunshine or reading in the shade.

The Dream comes true:  Mekićevica in Mekićevica 

The return to Hvar in the late afternoon was really pleasant. Broad reached in the evening breeze, we were faster than the taxi boat. The Hvar harbour was already quiet and we are getting used to the Mediterranean mooring, so all went smoothly.

That is one happy chap!

To celebrate such a perfect day, we had a dinner of grilled fish at Alviž, the less touristical and less ridiculously priced restaurant in Hvar.