Mirista - Kotor

7 September 2009. It was raining, and we were looking for sun and beach. As cunning, the days in Montenegro pass through the four seasons. And that was no less! The philosophy of the journey was to be carried away. That's right. a road that does not lack curve, between farms full of olive trees and with small walls of stones. We put direction to the sea, thinking it will bring or before we would get to some beach. very positive, because it was still raining. the guts roared, after a curve, the rest of the mirists appear. No walls. with a 2cv van at the door full of cachivaches. And a good gentleman who smiles at us and invites us in. And we went there. We went there 3. nothing else to cross the door made with pieces of a lizard or a press for olive oil, I don't know for sure. We realized we had given a special place... A table of six Germans gave us a happy welcome... They were already in the coffee and drinks. And the good barn invited us to sit down. And they noticed. They accompanied us to the table and offered us a blanket to cover us and be more in a drop! There they beat us! Then an exquisite octopus salad, bowlers, local bread with garlic sauce. Pleasure! We're back the next day. This time I was making a spitting sun. And besides eating we could bathe and throw ourselves in the sun in the hammocks that the deterant has in some dikes on the edge of the sea. a corner of the world unique to disconnect!