Strolling the stunning alleys of Old Town Kotor, Montenegro

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Today was our last full day in Kotor, Montenegro. We mostly took it easy, and our only excursion was back to Old Town to see parts of it that we missed yesterday. My BGs were a little up and down today, but not as bad as they could have been.

To start with, I was 161 in the morning. Masayo made eggs and ham for us again, and I had a chocolate croissant and a fresh orange from the garden outside our room.

An hour or two later, I opened the front door for the first time today to see that Nada, the lady who runs this guesthouse, had left some slices of yellow cake for us. For breakfast presumably, but we hadn’t noticed! I took it inside.

Soon afterwards, Nada herself showed up and gave us each a plate with an organic fig from her garden, smothered in honey. So nice to have her giving us all this delicious stuff. It’s impossible to pay her back.

I checked and was high — 259. Strange. I took some insulin and had the cake, the honey-covered fig, and a bowl of muesli. We then gave our laundry to Nada who had offered to do it for us, and headed out to see Old Town. Masayo’s legs were aching from the climbing yesterday and she requested that we not stay out too long. Which was fine with me too.

We walked more around Old Town, and soaked up the atmosphere of the old buildings and creaky-looking little balconies and angular street layout. There are no cars in Old Town, and not even that many people today, and there is a lot of shade since the buildings are jumbled so close together. We entered a couple churches too, and found some surprisingly ornate and grand interiors.

Back in the room, I checked my BG at 5 pm and it was a perfect 106. Unfortunately, it would be the only perfect one of the day.

For dinner we returned to the little grilled fish place in front of our room and each ordered the same thing: a grilled fish fresh from the sea at Kotor. Again we were to return in a half hour to pick it up.

We returned, and the two fishes and the black rice (squid ink?) we ordered came to €10. The smallest bill I had was a €50. They tried to make change, and then told us to just come back tomorrow and pay them. Really? we said. Of course, of course, no problem, they said. We promised (them and ourselves) not to forget.

We had the fish in the room, and I finally opened the bottle of white wine I’d been carrying around since Ulcinj. (There were not one but two corkscews in this room!) I don’t know if white wine is “supposed” to go with fish (the wine world attracts rules and obnoxiousness naturally) but it sure seemed to. Again Masayo had a small bit of wine (giving her a deep red face) and I had the rest.

I must have underestimated the wine and/or the rice, because at 11:30 pm I was back up over 200 — 219 to be exact.

But it had been a nice, relaxing day, full of great food. A guy could get used to this. But not if the guy is me — we are leaving tomorrow, for a last-minute-decided jaunt back into Croatia to see the world famous city of Dubrovnik. Ah, life!

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