Marcy’s next husband

As many of you know, we have been relying heavily on Rick Steve’s guidebooks while travelling through Europe.  So much so, that if you scroll back through this blog, if you look closely you’ll see that almost every picture of Marcy has her clutching a Rick Steve’s book closely by her side. She’s even taken to cuddling with these books while she sleeps.

Well, as we were settling into our quaint little apartment in Dubrovnik yesterday, there was a knock at the door.  Our landlord asked if she could bring in a visitor to check out the apartment.

It was THE….. RICK STEVES!!!!!!!!

Well, that’s what we first thought.  He was handsome like Rick Steves.  He was carrying a Rick Steves book.  He had a Rick Steves sense of purposefulness about him.  And, of course, he was dashing like Rick Steves.

But alas, it was not Rick, but it was his Croatian subcontractor, who writes all the Rick Steves books for Croatia.  He had come to review the apartment for the next version.

Regardless, Marcy was smitten.  You can’t blame her either.  He travels for a living, makes his home base out of one of the most beautiful cities in the world, is a dynamic writer… all the things I’m not.  She was hanging on his every sentence.  Romantic sentences like, “I’m just here to look at the apartment.”  And, “Don’t mind me, I’m just here to measure the size of the bathroom, go ahead and finish what you’re doing.”   And, of course, “Hmmm, does that microwave work?  It does?  Nice touch.”

Finally, after what seemed like forever to me but was actually 30 seconds as the crow flies, he prepared to leave.  But Marcy said, “WAIT!!!”  In one swift motion she grabbed his hand, looked into his eyes, and without looking my way, thrust the camera into my chest and said, “Take our picture Jerry.”  Done.

The good news for me?  Rick Steves only writes about Europe… and we’re off to South Africa in a week.  Thank Goodness!!!