Blogs from Sibenik, Dalmatia, Croatia, Europe - page 3

July 31, 2008, Last day with Tata :( we spent the day hanging out with Tija's dad and all the neighbors. We visited the swinging cafe for one last whipped cream coffee. Tata took us to the grocery store and we purchased groceries for tomorrow's bus ride to Croatia- the usual, chocolate, cheese, crackers, and fruit, except we decided to pick the fruit from the pear tree. Tata got these little whole fried fish for dinner. After visiting some fine folk at the top of the hill, we headed to the infamous couch for dinner. Fried fish with sweet neighbors. Tata got wine for the last night and we spent the night celebrating life together, singing Dalmatian songs, watching the neigborhood friends, and loving life. Tata never actually got James' name right and continued to call ... read more

After a few days in Zadar and our trip out to Plitvice National Park, we hopped on a bus for the two hour trip to Sibenik. As the bus drove into Sibenik through these communist style, ugly high rises and dirty streets, I might have mumbled “Adam, please can we not get off the bus”. But Adam wasn’t listening and dragged me off the bus promising it had to get better than the bus station…. And it was. Once we rounded the corner and out onto the waterfront I changed my mind - the place seemed pretty nice and by the time we reached the old town I was loving the place! Well at least I did once we finally found our accommodation! The streets are about a million years old (that might be a slight ... read more

Šibenik on a day trip Today, I went from Zadar early, early in the morning to catch a bus to Šibenik and then on to Split. I wanted to see Šibenik because of some friends who live there. I've been told by several Croatia-guides that Šibenik is not a very interesting place! This was my reason for going there only on a day trip. And what happens? As I walked from the bus station towards the centre I started following several signs indicating a castle. For eternities, the road went up, while my bag-pack was feeling like a rock and I was sweating heavily because of the strong sun. But it was worth it. As I entered the fortress of St. Ana, the man at the entrance offered to keep my bag, while I would be ... read more