Since I last wrote, I have moved to Europe.
Yay me!
And in Europe, everything is close. At least by Australian standards. So when I had the chance to spend a long weekend on the coast in Croatia, I jumped at it. I would turn 50!
Croatia would be my 50th country. How on earth had that happened?!
After 2 border crossings and a 5 hour drive we arrived at Moscenicka Draga, a beautiful little seaside village that could only be reached by winding roads that you see in the 50’s movies. Except that we didn’t have a convertible and I didn’t look like Audrey Hepburn. But otherwise, exactly the same.
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(View from our room)
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As with most European beaches, it was rocky. I don’t mean giant bouders that have tumbled down a mountain and landed with style on the beach (although there were some of these), I mean stones. The ‘cute stones that you would put in your garden’ stones. And before you ask, yes, they are uncomfortable to sit on. Instead of a towel, I used a yoga mat.
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(Beach parking)
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We were there on a free diving weekend but with the water temp averaging 17 degrees, I was lucky to even get near it. The divers were in the water every chance they could.
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(The monofin)
(A little bit of cliff jumping)
I, on the other hand, ate my fill of pizza, pasta and seafood, and tried out Croatian beer.
(Seafood heaven!)
(Sundowners)
So while I didn’t free dive (or even get more than a toe in the water) I loved Croatia. 1 little town down, 1 billion more to discover….
Beer?
Ok, it was a SIP of beer and lots of Croatian wine 🙂