It was funny saying goodbye to friends in Motovun this evening, for I would be leaving early tomorrow morning. I could not even tell them when I was planning to be back, though. Perhaps a few weeks, perhaps a bit longer. And I was going to Zagreb, of all places. Thus I felt like a turncoat. Luckily for me, I was about to join my beloved in the capital. Everyone knew that, and that saved me. My friends wished me to tell her how much they, too, missed her after such a long pause. That was the crucial bit. And they missed her for true, I could tell. One and all, they were with me on that single point. If I was leaving Motovun, it was because of love. Period. No other reason would do, I was made to understand. Indeed, my beloved saved me this evening from being a turncoat.