Camping Finida Umag
Krizine 55a Umag, Istria, 52470, Croatia
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Accommodating Trieste
After a much longer bus ride than advertised, we made it to the port. Only the port of Trieste is clearly not used to harboring cruise ships. They hot housed us in the convention center, at least there were bathrooms. By this point, it was past dinner time. We were hungry, and the girls were exhausted but couldn't sleep with all the commotion. We lucked out and connected with a former student of mine and his family. They helped ...
Ears, fleas and horses
... a kiss from Tigre and dripping wet horsey drool from the appreciative mouths we fed carrots to. Since we were late, and the lesson lasted over 2 hours, we were STARVING by the time we hit the car. We could find no soap in the crude bathroom we used, so we opted to wait to get home to wolf down lunch.
After a simple lunch, we began the real fun, the carving of the pumpkin, and the Halloween feelings started flowing. Since we ...
Moving in to Rovinj
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It was now time to head to Rovinj so we walked back to the hotel, collected our bags and car and made the 35 kilometer drive to Rovinj. Driving up to the town of Rovinj, it's obvious that it is a small/old town. No cars are allowed into the old town center so we parked and walked the rest of the way. Our apartment was right in the old town with views of the water. When we got to the apartment, I could tell that ...
Hotel Valamar
... pools... wait, whose band-aide is this? I think you get my point.
We made our way through the lobby, and found the entrance to the spa area. The hostess, Kristina, was a very cool lady, telling us about Istria, welcoming us, and especially interested in world travel. She speaks Croatian, English, German and Italian fluently and is working on French. Wow, I feel completely linguistically challenged in ...
Doviđenja, Split
... and headed back to the freeway.
We arrived in Porec about 3 hours later, a bit rumpled, frazzled and feeling a bit lost. It is funny, when you have no home, you are in transition, and have only a few ideas of comfort left. We texted Daniel, the landlord extraordinaire, to let him know we left the keys on the kitchen table and we vacated his home. His text back to us was something about us being criminals fleeing…. Huh? We are glad ...


