This is the last of my posts about our latest trip!
After Lake Bled we drove down to Medulin, Croatia which is at the bottom of the Istria peninsula. We stayed there for a day and then worked our way up along the coast before returning back to Prague.
If you know me, you know that I struggle with the sun. It’s not even a love-hate relationship. It’s a full on hate-hate relationship. This trip I was obsessively putting on sunscreen every hour or so and managed to avoid a severe burn. Around halfway through the trip I really thought I had succeeded in keeping that mean old sun in check. But no, of course I couldn’t be that lucky. Around day 5 my body just decided that was enough sun for Chelsea and I broke out in a full body sun rash. At that point I was hiding from the sun as much as possible, seeking out shade wherever we were. It was over 100 degrees and I was hiding under a scarf, for goodness sake.
Despite battling the sun, I really enjoyed being at the beach. I also learned something new about myself – I can’t swim. That’s right. I didn’t know that I can’t swim.
Whenever I’m at a pool, lake, ocean, what have you, I’m the one who is content just sitting beside the water and never feel the need to get in. And if I do, it’s because someone has begged me to “join the fun.” I just didn’t see the appeal!
Well, one day I decided to go into the water after D begged me for like 30 minutes, and after being in the water for a couple minutes we had the following conversation:
d: what are you doing?
me: I’m swimming! (spastically doggie-paddling next to the dock)
d: that’s not swimming. Chelsea! you can’t swim?!
me: yes I can! watch! (I pushed off from the dock and went like 3 feet before grabbing onto a rock)
So, after that I re-examined my swimming skills it turns out I just thought I could swim when in fact I can just barely keep my head above water for a maximum of 30 seconds. D tried to teach me, but I wasn’t making any progress so we ended up buying an inflatable raft and that was a complete game changer. I basically used the raft as an adult version of arm floaties and finally saw the appeal in hanging out in the water for a while!
I think I might invest in some adult swim lessons. That can’t be more embarrassing than needing floaties, right?