Montenegro Day 2: We arrose to foraged figs and grapes. These dark purple seeded grapes that tasted like welches and grew āsavageā as our Airbnb host called it. . After a sweltering walk down to the beach in 95 degree weather, with many stops along the way at air conditioned grocery stores, we had snacks and were ready to swim. We walked around the cliffs edge past busy beacches hoping that Mogran Beach was different, but it wasnāt. In an effort to find any space we laid our towels down closer than appropriate to other beach goers. Over the discarded bottles and cigarettes butts that people seem to not care to lounge with or discard properly. It was disappointing until we got into the water, and the shade crept to cover us and we remembered we were in paradise. . Just before they closed and as the sun was disappearing, we walked the Old Budva town city walls which turned out to be the highlight of our day. The temperature cool, alone on the walls we saw the sky light up. . That night we ate at Divorse, a strangely named but amazing Turkish restaurant covered in grape vines and hung with mosaic glass Turkish lanterns. Stuffed with just little lights up a steep hill to guide us, we walked home. . Today Lisah said that Budva was growing on her.