Twelve
Our guests were gone, finally gone. Themis was a ghost town, as Dom gave us all two days off: one to catch up on sleep and one to enjoy a day in Split. The staff was told to help themselves to anything they wanted in the galley, as long as they cleaned up afterward.
The second day, I slept in as much as I could before dressing in some comfortable shoes and stepping off the boat. We had tied up to the wharf in Split, called the West Bank, which had a long promenade for pedestrians. I followed the pavement until it dead-ended, and then I crossed over and into the city.
Yacht crew had limited time in port, so we’d perfected how to get as much done as possible in one day. Others might be off renting cars or scooters and maximizing their distance. I was more about maximizing the effor
