Tomorrow morning, I will walk to Livade one more time. There, I will catch the bus going to Zagreb. I have done it so many times over the years that I know every step on my way. All the way to my beloved’s apartment in the center of the Croatian capital, there will be no surprises. And yet, I feel kind of funny this time around. This year among years, I have not been away from Motovun all that much. By comparison with a few years ago, I am becoming a recluse for true. Which is why this trip makes me ever-so-slightly uneasy. Actually, ill at ease. It is enough for me to remember the bustling crowds, the dashing cars, and the trundling trams to appreciate the peace of quiet of my house and home even more. Past the tourist season, there is hardly any sound around my house. The last few hours, I have heard footsteps a couple of times and a rumbling car only once. Well, I have also heard street cats growling at each other a few times. Indeed, it will take a little bit of courage to walk down the Motovun hill tomorrow morning. As well as much love for my beloved.