Ivy: I thought of you as we were served figs at our final breakfast at Hostel Nina as I remembered eating my first one when we were shopping at Costco for Hanna's wedding. Figs grow everywhere in this region - you would love it here!
We had a 4.5 hour bus journey ahead of us so time for me to work on one of the posts until the laptop battery gave out, time to read more of a gripping David Baldacci novel and time to admire the stunning views as we drove along the Makarska Riviera south to Split. If the word 'riviera' conjures up thoughts about gorgeous blue green waters, sheer karst mountains, idyllic seaside bays, sun worshippers on picturesque beaches dotted along craggy coasts, images of sailboats, yachts and parasailers, inn after inn each advertising rooms for tourists, that is what we saw too.
Photos along the Riviera (please excuse the dirty bus window!):
Italy was just across the Adriatic from us as we drove along the coast.
From Split's bus station, located right in front of the bustling port, we took a taxi to our Airbnb.
When the taxi dropped us off in front of a very ugly, three story concrete apartment block that seemed like a long walk from downtown, I certainly had reservations about where I had chosen for us to stay. However, once inside I think Steven and I both felt we had died and gone to 'accommodation heaven' when we discovered the fabulous three room apartment that turned out to be about only a 15 minute walk from town. It had a living room with a balcony off it, a nice sized bedroom and eating area. More on the 'kitchen' later! We both said it would be great if we could just stay here for more than the three days we had reserved.
We thought we had hit the big time here when we noticed real sized bath towels on the bed. In the last several places we only had had towels slightly larger than hand towels to dry ourselves with. What luxury!
On our way we passed by Trg Gaje Bulata (trg means square) and the grand Croatian National Theater whose facade was destroyed in a devastating fire in the 1970s.
In the same square was this rather austere building that we only noticed was a church when we stepped back from it, looked up and saw the spire.
Wreath was made of bay leaves:
The brightly colored and naif cross seemed very unusual considering the traditional style of the rest of the church.