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... Marko Polo themed restaurants. Oh yes, I forgot to mentions that Korcula's claim to fame is being the birthplace of Marko Polo. No one is sure if this is actually true...but they can't seem to prove he WASN'T born here so that is what they are going with. Haha. We managed to pick the least sunny days of our whole trip so far to do laundry so our room has drying clothes hanging all over the place as it ...
... 10 pipes all tuned to different
scales so it is like an orchestra tuning.
A really good orchestra!!
All through the city there are ruins,
modern sculpture and stunning buildings. We stay 1 night then head to the bus
station to get on a bus to Split. While Adam is getting the tickets I get a
text from Rachel saying they are both with mum and it is her time! I am so sad,
... town from one the the highest points in the area. Following a wonderful dinner at one of the recommended restaurants, we wandered around town and found a wonderful art studio with a very chatty local. Once she found we were Kiwis, she pointed out some art work by Stipe Nobilo, and commented that he had grown up in Korcula and had left and immigrated to NZ and started the Nobilo vineyards. Nobilo sauvignon blanc is typical of many NZ savs and is often found in Trader Joes for ...
... most remote dreams I would have imagined to find what I found. A paradise. Walking out of Podgora direction of the next town, and climbing down a forest from the main road, I got to this blow-minding spot that seemed to be waiting for me. A small hidden stone beach in the middle of nowhere between these two tiny villages. In front, a bast sea surrounded by far islands. Just next to the beach, a small piece of grass perfectly flat and smooth ...
... why does everyone have so much energy?) fold napkins. The Aussie driver pokes fun at one of the Slavic girls.
Where am I?
"Take a seat, the both of you. Mamina will get you some pasta." Nancy turns to the older lady and launches into rapid-fire Italian.
"Uh..." Me and Johannes look at each other - our plates materialize in front of us with shocking efficiency.
"So, where's that monster of a bag?" Patrick ...