Ferry Ride to Stari Grad and a Sobe

I arrived at Stari Grad, on the island of Hvar, this morning. Ferry ride was relaxing. Spoke with an elderly man from Florida, via New Jersey, for a few minutes during the trip. He was wearing ear buds and I suddenly started wondering what was different about his generation than the comparable generation at his age from the early eighties. I do not recall people in their sixties and seventies during the eighties taking to technology as readily. So I asked him his opinion. A side note, Jim's tracks were mainly sermons and religious programs. What a find! Alas, I choose not to enter into a religious discussion – he looked tired. I suspect he may use the ear buds to escape from his wife, a woman capable of talking without the need for occasional oxygen breaks. I found it amusing when he turned on a sermon, leaned back, clasped his hands, and closed his eyes. His posture indicted deep thought; more likely a gentle slumber.

As to accommodations, I decided to let fate decide. I was not off the ferry more than 10 seconds when I was approached by a woman asking me if I needed a room. I certainly do. I know I am supposed to haggle - oddly enough, I love to argue about everything except money. So I took her offer at face value. I need to get over this weakness if I am ever to travel to much of the rest of the world. The room is clean, comfortable, and close to the square. Good. Now to visit the village, Faros, first founded in 385 BC.