Croatia

It’s 9:30 am and the sun streams through the umbrellas on its way to another 25C+ day. As I sit at the outdoor patio, sipping my cappuccino, waves lap softly against the walls of the inner harbour and my view across the water to the old town of Rovinj is unimpeded. “This is the life,” I think to myself. I bask in the moment, knowing that, in another moment, it will become a memory. But isn’t this what life is... a series of moments becoming memories as time unfolds and moves continually forward.