A Week to Remember

Ahoy! I’m Mignonne, a sleek 4-cabin catamaran docked in the sun-drenched marina of Zadar. Last week, I had the pleasure of welcoming a delightful family from Germany—two parents, their curious 8-year-old twins, and a slightly grumpy teenage cousin who warmed up the moment we unfurled my sails.

From the moment they stepped aboard, I knew this would be a week of laughter, splashes, and stories. The kids claimed the forward cabins with squeals of excitement, turning them into pirate dens by day and star-gazing forts by night. The parents, ever so organized, stocked my galley with local goodies—olives, Pag cheese, and fresh bread from the market just steps from the harbor.

Our journey took us south, where I kissed the shores of Dugi Otok and danced gently in Telašćica Bay. Every stop brought giggles, snorkeling adventures, and ice cream. The family swam in my shadow, dined on my deck under a quilt of stars, and sang silly songs when the wind quieted in the evening.

But it wasn’t all play—I heard whispers of wonder from the parents, soaking in the rare, slow moments. Mornings with coffee in hand, watching their children dive into the sea, fearless and free. They said it felt like time paused here, and I couldn’t agree more.

When we returned to Zadar, they hugged my mast and thanked me—as if I had somehow woven the magic. But really, I just gave them space. The Adriatic gave them everything else.

And now I wait, sails folded, dreaming of my next crew and the memories we’ll make together.