From Paris, we flew to sunny Split. Our week long visit to Croatia was nowhere NEAR enough time to see this glorious baltic country. We loaded our luggage into the transfer van and watched in amazement as our driver followed a car out of the car park, not paying for parking and nearly hitting his car on the closing boom gate. This set the mood for the entire week as things like this happened all the time and we gathered this was a pretty standard way of life for the local Croatians. I was expecting it to be “loose” but had no idea how the locals would be.
We intended to have more time there but extended our time in Italy and France previously and only had 1 week in the itinerary to spare for Croatia.
Being limited with time, we had to pick one place and enjoy our time there. Island hopping really wasn’t an option with 3 small children and all our luggage so after hours of research, I picked to spend 1 night in Split followed by 6 nights in Primosten on the mid north coast.
Our overnight night stay in Split was great, a very friendly welcome from everyone at the Le Meridian hotel.
Marlee took the older kids down to the hotel pool for a quick swim followed by a delicious waterfront dinner including fresh seafood, dessert and live music while the boats bobbed in the harbour.
The next morning, the sunshine beamed through the windows. I smiled as I strolled to my long overdue appointment at the beauty salon to promptly remove all hair from my body and have a pedicure too.
We enjoyed a scenic 1 hour drive up the coast to our little coastal town, Primosten. With only 3,000 local residents, this little town was quiet and almost completely free of tourists. We did struggle to buy supplies and had to venture to a larger supermarket in a town called Sibenik about 20kms north of us. The drive was quite hairy, as locals, tour buses and tourists overtook, swerved and sped around the narrow cliffs.
We had a gorgeous 3 bedroom apartment overlooking the bay and beach. Every night, the sunsets would command our attention as the sun sunk slowly into the ocean. Colours melted on the horizon and it was always a time of reflection and gratitude.
We could walk down to a little private beach which had ladders directly into the Adriatic Sea. The water was fresh, taking my breath away every time I jumped into the sea. You had to stay moving in the water and your body would tingle all over too. And this was summer in Croatia? Maybe I’m just a wimp.
Cold as it may have been, the water was so blue and clean. Every time we jumped into the sea, we would spot starfish, coral and fish. We asked the locals if any sharks were in the water and they always laughed when they replied… Sharks? Um, no you crazy Aussies.
We spent a whole day down on the main beach which was so cliched Euro with techno pumping, free aquatic zumba classes, beer and chips served at 10am in the beach bars and all around, quite loose behaviour. People walking around naked, sun baking topless and changing on the beach too. My kids have never seen more breasts and bottoms in their lives!
More to come on Croatia.