Saturday, December 27, 2008

Time Traveling


This is why a dream life is so important. I go back to places I've been before and loved. It is like time traveling. I am the young woman I was and the old woman I've become. I'm the best of both women in my dreams.

But when I was twenty one I drove down the Dalmatian Coast of Yugoslavia. Yes children, there was once a Yugoslavia. Those where the days of Tito, and every home had a framed photograph of the glorious leader near the front door. The Dalmatian Coast has now been divvied up into bits and pieces, but when I was there it was all Yugoslavia. In my real young life I traveled with two young Italian men from Rome to Trieste, the northern gulf port city on the Adriatic sea, and then followed the Yugoslavian coastline down to a small town south of Debrovnik called Split.

Dubrovnik

All the way down the coast we stayed in homes, not hotels. It was a wonderful way to get to know the people of Yugoslavia, and they were lovely, kind, generous and incredibly beautiful. The homes we stayed in were probably fairly prosperous, but still a bit primitive. I don't remember a single home with real indoor plumbing. Bedrooms had chamber pots, and showers were taken in the outdoors standing in an enclosure with a hose providing the soft cold water that I came to believe was the reason every Yugoslavian I met had shiny hair and beautiful skin and healthy, lovely teeth and smiles. And every home had at least three generations of a family living together. And still they shared what they had with us, giving up one room with several beds.

The reason the Italians were traveling to Split was to work at a Club Mediterranean on a small island off the coast. The only way to get to the island was by ferry boat that traveled between the island and Split twice a day. I stayed in town rooming in a small home close to the ferry landing. And I often spent the day on the island playing with the other world travelers while being catered to by my Italian friends and meeting travelers from all over the world. It was like a very good dream. The waters of the Adriatic sea were warm and salty soft. Every kind of water sport was available. The meals were great and the parties in the evening were fun with live music, lots of dancing and good wine and beer. And the only passport I needed there was my lovely face and form. Sad but true, the pretty can lead charmed lives. At meals I was invited to Isreal by a beautiful fierce Sabra, to Spain by a lovely Spaniard, to France by a handsome Frenchman, and so on. In the end, I decided to continue traveling with my Italian friends to Greece.

When we got to the Albanian border I was refused admittance because of my American passport. So we drove back to Dubrovnik and I took a ferry from Dubrovnik to Bari Italy. I could tell you more of this adventure, but I'll save that for another day.

The reason for this trip down memory lane was the lovely, very sexy dream I had last night. I believe I was either in Dubrovnik or Split. I was helping out in a restaurant and fell in lust with the eldest son of the owner. We were about to leave the restaurant to go to his home, but first I needed to do something that took me into one of the old streets, medieval architecture, winding passages, and then I found my way back to find this lovely man still waiting patiently. As we were about to leave, I awoke. I wanted to go back to sleep to continue this dream but my dog was standing beside the bed, waiting patiently for me to take him outside, into the frigid, snowy back yard to... Well you know.

Even now two hours later my nipples are still erect and I still feel the power of the attraction to this particularly gorgeous Yugoslavian man, waiting patiently.

21 comments:

anita said...

i grew being told i was 'yugoslavian' but of the 'croatian' people.

where i grew up at the jersey shore, everyone was pretty much either irish or italian, so being 'yugoslavian' was kind of a weird, exotic thing. despite the fact that croatia is just across the water from italy, and i've discovered and met, over the years, many croatian-italians. despite that, we were, for the most part, oddities.

where i live now, it's very interesting. i'm finding croatians, kosovars, serbians and bosnians all over the place. i feel less alone (well, not really, but i tell myself that sometimes).

i've always wanted to go there, to split, to dubrovnik, i heard they are absolutely gorgeous. but just as i was old enough to pull off such a trip, the balkan war was just beginning to rumble and i made my european junkets to england instead.

Utah Savage said...

Too bad you missed out on that trip. You would have felt right at home. I'm damn far from Yugoslavian, but I felt welcome there. It's a country (now many countries) with a fascinating history. Maybe you ought to read a good history book about the home you might have come from. I too meet many Bosnians, Croatians, etc, here in Utah of all places. We have virtually no restrictions on visas, since the Mormons are dying to get their hands on any new immigrants. But I've never met anyone from what was once Yugoslavia who has converted to the Mormon church. These are not people who are easily converted to anything. But god they are beautiful and warm people. Just not pushovers.

SaoirseDaily2 said...

Nice way to escape this blasted snowy winter...dreams of Key West or Sedona or even San Padre Island. Maybe not as exotic as your travels but very fond memories.

Now we are worried of the snow load on the roof and deck roof. No way to get up there to knock it down.

I hear you have more coming. Stay warm and safe.

Beach Bum said...

Saw a travelogue movie about that region years ago. Two guys were sailing all through the Adriatic Sea down into the Aegean. Had a lot of stuff about the people, places, ruins, and quick shots of nude beaches.

Mauigirl said...

What a wonderful story of your trip. I too feel as if it's time traveling to remember past adventures. I can just close my eyes and I'm there...even, like this case, in places that don't exist anymore.

DCup said...

Your life is making an incredibly interesting story. I can see how you would want to dive back into that dream. The lure of the coast and a patiently waiting, good looking young man? Who would want to wake up?

themom said...

That you for taking us into your dream. It was a great escape from the problems of the moment.

Utah Savage said...

I've been trying to nap with no success. Damn, I want that dream back.

yellowdog granny said...

dreams slipping away..
lovely trip...lovely dream...hey, at least you got hard nipples out of the deal..

Utah Savage said...

I didn't talk about the other erection I got. But damn if it didn't piss me off not to be able to go back to sleep and continue where I left off. I wonder if He is still waiting for me?

Ghost Dansing said...

Dubrovnik, Croatia

Split, Croatia

Aphrodite said...

Wonderful stories, both real and dreamed. More of the real sometime?

Utah Savage said...

Dear Aphrodite, may I direct you to the Savage Stories and the Novel Maggy? All pretty much my version of the truth, with a bit left out here and there or a different ending one place and the real ending another. Have at it darling. But please come back again.

darkblack said...

Informative and deliciously naughty, with just the right amount of interruptus.

May that dream come back in technicolor.

;>)

Utah Savage said...

What kind words Darkblack.

Distributorcap said...

what a wonderful journey.....

a lot of dubrovnik was damaged during the war - when yugoslavia split apart

i hope you didnt drive in a yugo

FranIAm said...

Oh what a brilliant post! I love this, I felt transported to Yugoslavia myself.

A place I have actually been to, when it was indeed called that. I longed to go to Split, but only made it to Dubrovnik.

And that ferry ride to Bari, I had planned that for my post-Split journey, but it was not meant to be at that time.

And yes- we must have our dreams, they nourish in so many ways, the waking ones and the sleeping ones.

This is so beautifully written Utah. I feel like I woke up, read this and received a most precious gift.

Thank you.

Freida of the Bees said...

You know how people say that our own dreams are interesting to ourselves, but not others? Well, I just learnt a thing or two.

The way you prefaced the meaning of your dream with its context in your own life really made that a nice story.

I'd like to think he is still waiting. At the very worst, he is a part of yourself waiting for you to fall in love with yourself and sex yourself up. I tend to think that we are all connected in the unconscious realm (a Jungian collective unconscious of sorts). I have someone who I was waiting for many years ago. I am not sure if it's Mr. Bee or not though.

zoe said...

Thank you for taking me there, so beautifully written, as always. Dubrovnik is my grandmother's birthplace, and she spoke of it fondly. Her cooking was more Italian than "Yugoslavian", always wonderful. I have never been so I thank you again for the journey.

Utah Savage said...

Zoe, thank you for visiting and leaving such a sweet comment. I'm glad the travelogue of my trip down the Dalmatian coast was of interest and connected to your family's history.

Please do come back.

Pagan Sphinx said...

Very well-depicted dream. I hope he comes back in your dream life. I'm sure he is looking forward to it as much as you.