Pension Marijan Bol

... and making sure we had everything we needed.<br><br>Just went and had a short walk around and baked trout dinner at Serum which was a cool little place like being in someones living room. <br>Went to a couple of bars afterwards and found out why it was so quiet in Split - Sunday is the "day of the dead" (the way the barman in the first bar explained it to me) which is the day of the year that everyone visits the graves of their ...

... down a little. We put on our raincoats and walked into town, risking getting drenched. It ended up not being too bad but started pouring again soon after.<br><br>So after three days on the beautiful island of Hvar, we did not go to the beach once. We did not see any sun until it peeked out for a few minutes an hour before we left. The only good thing was that those were the three days Andre had a cold/flu so even though it was a bummer he was ...

After we left the park, the drive down to where we are now was spectacular, although a bit different than I pictured Croatia to be-it is a lot rockier and a bit more like what we thought Greece would be like. Our second campsite was just before the town of Zadar in a town called Nin; we pulled in and this funny little man came up to us-there was no way we could say no to his smiling face even if the campsite was horrible! Luckily ...

... had graves in it dating back hundreds of years. Most of it seemed to be morgue style where you could slide out the bodies. I don't know if any one did this but the way things were set up it definitely looked possible. That night as we were waiting in the bus thing to leave there was what looked like a light show going on at the cemetery. By this time we were already sufficiently freaked out so this just added to it all and made us really ready to leave! Red lights or lasers were ...

... only drive it when I feel a connection to the ocean. We got on the small ferry with a bunch of Germans. Past the harbor it got windy and a little bouncy. Collette curled up on my lap trying to get small to hide from both. We were sitting on the top and we could look down and see the bow. A couple of times the boat would hit a particularly large wave and the Germans in the front would get thoroughly splashed. The Germans up above with us thought it was great and would laugh ...

Ciao, I now officially speak 13 different languages...fluently too. I have perfected thank you in too many languages, i could just sit and say thank you for at least 2 weaks and you'd think i was having a conversation with you in a million different languages at once.. but this is false, i would just be saying thank you over and over again. MOstly i like the head nod.. haha.. Where was i when i left you last? I think a little village on the island of brac in croatia ...

... very wrong impression that croatia was east of greece, and we could simply swim there. Nathan thought it was a little bit closer since the map he was using had a page turn right between greece and croatia, making them look quite close together. It was when we googled "How to get to greece from Croatia" that we realized our folly. Not only was it difficult, it was nearly impossible. For instance, a sample route that we saw went like this 1. Take camel from ...

... up some long-overgrown pathways, leading from the monastery at the edge of town. Warnings of unexploded land mines and horrible brambles eventually overtook my confidence and I gave up. I think Tito's googly eyed ghost had me panicked. But three nights in an old private rooming house run by an elderly widowed pianist and the slow haze of Komiza left me with a strange intoxication. O Adriatic.

... on the bus! I made sure to sit in the front. The girl I was with said she immediately thought of the bus bombings in London. I thought nothing about that, only about our luggage under the bus that I would no longer have to carry around. I also didn't panic at all which makes me question my reflexes or if I'm still breathing:). This trip really has but me in quite a state of relaxation. We arrive safely in Bol, which is famous for it's marble which was actually ...

... has´t quite been anything special. They seem to cater for the truck loads of italians coming over for the summer. Every place is a pizzeria. So pasta has featured heavily in the diet. Even so, I did´t want to leave. We were only going to stay two days and ended up staying for 4! It was so beautiful and relaxing, but early Saturday morning we got the bus to Dubrovnik. Another walled town. Would it be all that everyone says it is?