we were so young, one of us petulant in the extreme
\nrefusing to remain in the car backing downhill, or
\npicking at food offered with nothing but reproof<\/p>\n
the other two of us younger still not yet teens, and urine<\/em> – little understanding the import getting sun poisoning and needing to stay indoors alone; or the time we huddled together of their parents and other guests; and how while we chanted\u00a0COLD – JUICY – PEACHES of the climb. This was summer, early 60’s, on the island so innocent. Who would have known then from whom I split over disagreements on arrival\u00a0by bus or train, the most appealing I spent two nights with a grandmother still too young in my 20’s to understand but a handful of memories\u00a0newly prompted swb<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" we were so young, one of us petulant in the extreme refusing to remain in the car backing downhill, or picking at food offered with nothing but reproof the other two of us younger still not yet teens, entranced by the smells at corners we…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1122,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-33821","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33821","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1122"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=33821"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33821\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":34572,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33821\/revisions\/34572"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=33821"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=33821"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=33821"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nentranced by the smells at corners we named
\non our daily walks to the sea – lavender, beer<\/em><\/p>\n
\nperhaps, but nonetheless loving the feel
\nof the exotic. It was an other world for us both,<\/p>\n
\nunder cool sheets in the dark for long hours
\nwhile her older sister went about her day<\/p>\n
\nto watch “Some Like it Hot” from\u00a0the stone-edged
\nwindow of the hall’s only bathroom, much to the outrage<\/p>\n
\ncould I forget the tortured hot-sun march
\nuphill under the father’s strict glare<\/p>\n
\n<\/em>both to keep us motivated and remind us
\nwhat awaited at the greatly anticipated end<\/p>\n
\nof Hvar\u00a0off Split (then Yugoslavia),\u00a0with family
\nfriends (German) and us two younger girls<\/p>\n
\nthat another decade or so hence I’d revisit
\nthe same town with a different companion,<\/p>\n
\nconcerning food, travel and lodging,
\nthe prevailing custom being to choose,<\/p>\n
\nperson\u00a0offering a bed for the night. Not much to go on
\nbut proximity, since \u00a0bags were on us.<\/p>\n
\nwho got up every hour to use her bedpan;
\nand another with folks I met along the way<\/p>\n
\nwhat was before me, let alone within; and now
\nnothing of that time or place is left to return to<\/p>\n
\nto which I shall gratefully return.<\/p>\n