Donkeys, Olive Oil, and Smrikve Return – Day Two in Istria
When we were heading to the Porer Lighthouse to spend the night, Goran, our Visit Istria guide had told us that the island had been rumored to be haunted. I don’t put much thought into those things, but there was a bit of doubt in logic by morning. At 12:45 am, all six of us in the lighthouse woke with a startle from the loud banging of doors and windows. At first I thought it was the wind, but then realized it was coming from two different directions. A few minutes after it stopped, an alarm started sounding. It quieted down for a bit, than the sequence started again about an hour later. The lighthouse keeper had no logical explanation except wind and, quite frankly, I was too tired from two nights of not sleeping to even care. Lynn was ready quicky and I tried to get a little work done on my photos before we left. While I have to admit that staying in a lighthouse on a private island was intriguing, the actual place – with no air conditioning and these creepy