Motovun welcomed us this morning with a sea of clouds that reached all the way to the woods under my house. Vižinada, Grožnjan, and Završje were just above the clouds, as well. They all looked like coastal towns. “Not bad,” said my beloved. I agreed at once: “Not bad at all.” Unusually, the clouds were still around close to noon. “If only it were a real sea,” said my beloved. “If only,” I agreed at once.