Ever since we woke up this morning, I have been raving about the weather. It is simply wonderful. The sky is blue and the sunlight is delicious. It is quite warm, as well. “Too many years in Britain,” my beloved comments at some point. “You can hardly wait to get out of the house!” She knows my old story very well, indeed. Fourteen years in Britain have made me jump at every sign of sunlight. There, one could never tell what would happen next. A bit less than eleven years later, I am still in the grips of sunshine. One glimpse out of the window on a day such as this one, and I am ready to get out without any further thought. “It’s sunny out there,” my brain is screaming, “get out at once!” Who knows how many more years in Croatia will tame it, though. Would that another three years would do the trick.