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Branko turned 50 crossing the Atlantic. Anne and I had balloons, pie and hats...oh and gifts too.
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| Turning 50 |
Fifty one was celebrated in Ragusa, sitting on a beach and drinking a beer, enjoying the beauty, that is Sicily. The next birthday was 52, found us in the beautiful anchorage on the island of Miljet, where we fixed the dinghy. Seriously, that is what he wanted to do.
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| Branko with yet more ladies |
Last year at 53 we celebrated with Sandra and Chris on Deep Blue. Sandra was having none of fixing dinghies or working so instead we had a beach picnic, then dinner on Deep Blue. Oh right, we were in Tunisia, Africa.
This year his 54th, we are sitting peacefully moored in the beautiful Taromina Bay. Its truly lovely, with the town nestled above us, the train running along the shore (as though we are part of a model train set), clear, cool blue water below us. Mount Etna in the distance looking over us and friends nearby waiting to celebrate.
Happy Birthday and New Year dear Branko, thank you for being you.
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Unbelievably cute, still is.
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| With Rosie and Wylie |
