Sailing into Vela Luka on the ferry bow is a bit like sailing into a post card. It’s hard to imagine such an idyll view actually exists. This perception only intensifies as I walk the streets in search of the dive shop that is to become my new home for the summer. This sleepy Mediterranean town of 4,500, is slowly starting to gear up for the coming tourist season. Everywhere you look restaurants are varnishing tables, boats are being repainted and cleaned, and summertime employees such as myself are starting to appear for every business imaginable. And yet despite the slowly growing bustle, everywhere you look, people are still mingling in the streets chatting with their neighbors and friends, and just enjoying the lovely weather. “Pumalo”, as they say constantly. Take it easy and relax.
There are six Divemaster interns here including myself, with two more to come next week. The staff house is constantly filled with different vernaculars and accents of English. It is an impressive cacophony of Finnish, Croatian, Irish, American, Korean, and Canadian dialects, coming together in a linguistic fusion.