Category: Croatia

   Sarajevo was a pleasant return to a metropolitan area. The bars were lively and the food was everywhere. Cheap and local food was plentiful and you got your pick of upscale and fast food too. Old town was where everyone came to party and the shops that lined the streets, though obviously touristy, retained…

   We had originally planned to travel through Albania then up to Kosovo but while we were in Kotor a major earthquake hit Tirana, Albania a few days before we were to start that leg of our trip. After a bit of consideration a second earthquake hit the area and we decided it might not…

Our first full day in Dubrovnik was the memorial of the people fallen in the recent war. Outside the door to our restaurant, I watched a steady stream of children filing from the church, each with a red lantern in their hand, an endless parade of joyous children too young to remember what they were…

Korĉula was a charming little hideaway, frozen in time, and relatively unscathed by the wars of the last century that destroyed so many other Croatian coastal towns. Surrounded by mountains and sea it feels like you’re in a different world at a different time. I wish we had come a month earlier to experience the…

I can’t help but feel like a carnival attraction walking around Bol. The season is closed. We are alone amongst locals. As I walk down the empty town streets I am watched from the few bars left open. Construction workers dirty with the days work, beer in hand, watching me pass. Children in the grocery…

We didn’t plan to visit Zadar. It was the closest city to Paklenica National Park that Katy wanted to hike and it seemed like a better alternative to the seasonal climber village outside the park where I would be trapped in what appeared to be a week of cold deluge predicted by the weather app.…

Plitvice Lakes is the living embodiment of a water spirit, crystal waters tinged with chartreuse and aquamarine, the forest deadfall a ghostly mineral white texturing the haunting depths of the valley lakes as they rush, one to the next, down a series of moss crusted falls. The clouds had descended into the valley settling on…

Zipping through the personal summer playground of a dictator, down tiny paved lanes past once splendid and palatial remnants slowly falling into disrepair, a glimpse into a different time. Cruising with cartoonish map in hand, we visit the expansive roman ruins of a seaside village, a crumbling church that serviced later communities that lived there,…

Even though the airport is in Pula, instead of staying in Pula we decided to set up home base in Rovinj and day trip there. There’s a bus station in the middle of Rovinj with nearly hourly buses to there and back so it’s easy to do. The bus ride is about 45 minutes but…

Rovinj is the medieval storybook port town of your dreams. Shiny white stone streets spiraling up the hillsides in odd, often impossible-seeming pathways, claustrophobic lanes crisscrossed with drying laundry like Tibetan prayer flags waving in the cool evening air. All leading ever upwards to the hilltop and the Church of St. Euphemia. We wanted a…