Island hopping and vomit dropping in Croatia
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Split, Croatia
Sunday, July 12, 2009
We flew into Dubrovnik on Tuesday and spent three days exploring the tiny old town, lazing about the beach, and engaging in uncomfortable conversation with our slightly creepy host. No hostels are close to the old town, so we rented a room in a family's house, which is very common in Croatia. The location was perfect, and the host was perfectly nice, but there was a tinge of something unsettling about the place. Perhaps it was Bube, their little dog who broke his back legs 3 months ago and thus drags himself around the floor by his front paws, gathering dustballs and stray napkins as he goes. Or maybe it was our host's wife, who sadly advised us to avoid marriage at a young age, explaining that she had been married for 20 years and it was 'don't good.' Anyways, it was an experience, but now we are in Split and in a hostel, and I am somewhat relieved. Split is beautiful in a more cosmopolitan, ritzy kind of way. It has a white marble riviera lined with palm trees and fashionable restaurants, a giant port, and a good party scene, upon which Katie and I descended Friday night, armed with two bottles of 3 euro wine. While drinking in the Roman Diocletian Palace was fun, the following morning's decision to take a very rocky ferry to the island of Hvar proved disastrous. While I can proudly say that my Puke Free 2009 resolution is still standing strong, Katie has the dubious honour of having thrown up twice on the aformentioned ferry, once in the middle of the crowd waiting to disembark, once hunkered down in a corner into an unfortunately leaky plastic bag. It was a touching family moment.
We continued our island hopping sans vomit today, going to Brac. We preferred it to Hvar, as it had an excellent beach and great views of the crazily mountainous surrounding islands. We have both developed slight tans, taking us from the traditional German-Scottish sickly pale to something resembling a healthy glow. All in all, a grand success.
I realize now that this post is devoid of any culture or learning or even extensive sight-seeing. Oh well.
We're off to Slovenia tomorrow, and then to Italy to attend a wedding. As the wedding is in Italy and the couple is Austrian, it's pretty much guaranteed that I won't understand anything that's going on in the two-day long affair, but I'm very excited nonetheless. Now I'm off to bed though, as our bus is early and the repacking must begin.
Becca
