ZAGREB (CROATIA) to LJUBLJANA & SKOFJA LOKA (SLOVENIA)

We enjoyed our three days in Dubrovnik, visiting the Old Town and swimming, trying to keep cool in the heatwave that occurred.  This was the start of about a week of temps well above the norm, reaching the mid-30s and, with the humidity, feeling like the high-30s by the time we were in Zagreb.  Keeping cool became our main priority and conserving energy!  At one point the temperature was 18 degrees F above the norm.  We saved walking the walls in Dub. until late in the afternoon. 

One of the reasons we went with light packs on this trip was the restrictions on Croatia Air.  I'm happy to report we came in well under the maximum weight, at about 11 kg each.  Still, the packs are full, so we couldn't have squeezed in much more!  I have all my stuff tidily-arranged in separate bags, but when it comes time to close my pack, I usually have to get Jim to do it, so I'm not sure the "tidyness" is worth it! 

We have stayed in three Airbnbs (www.airbnb.com) now:  thanks to the Hoopers and Thomsons for recommending these, as they've been great.  In Zagreb we stayed near the center in a ground-floor apartment on a courtyard.  The old building was solid and kept the heat and noise out.  Our host, Tomislav, met us at the door and gave us very good advice on where to eat nearby on either Kaptol or Tkalčićeva streets.  The sites we visited were all nearby too. We loved the Museum of Naïve Art, which we followed by a wonderful ethnic lunch on the patio at Konoba Didov San (Grandfather’s Dream) where we shared appetizers:  soparnik (spinach, herbs, oil in pastry), kobasice (home-made sausage with olives and pickles), and a wonderful Greek salad called salata sopska.  After this we went to Ivan Meštrović atelier, Croatia's answer to Rodin, who was his friend.  In the evening we strolled to the square, a hive of activity and entertainment, to get our daily dose of sladoled, the delicious gelato-style ice cream.  How are we going to break this habit, I wonder. 

Grandfather's Dream lunch     

Ivan Mestrovic sculpture

We arrived in Ljubljana in an oven of afternoon heat, but managed to haul our bags to “Apartment Ljubljana Center terrace”.  Sarah wheeled up on her bike at the appointed hour and led us up the 80 steps to the 5^th floor (6^th in Canada) miniscule apt.  It is about the size of our second bedroom.  Everything is in its place.  The toilet and shower share a closet.  There was no A/C so we didn’t spend much time there.  It was not misrepresented but I should not have booked it…too small…too many stairs…and the “terrace with (peekaboo) view of the castle” was extremely hot.  We found a lovely place for a drink on the river by the “Ugly Duckling” bridge, followed by dinner on Mestni trg at Julija and wandered into the park across the river to listen to a free concert.

 "It was so good I had another one."

Ljubljana is a fun place:  lots of street entertainment, the bridges crossing the river, boats going up and down; reminds me a little of Amsterdam.  For us the highlight was the Castle and it's Gostilna na Gradu or Castle Restaurant.  It was excellent value and served delicious Slovenian specialties.

This brings us to Škofja Loka, about 22 km. north of Ljub., where we are now.  We're staying in our first hotel, Garni Paleta (http://hotel-skofjaloka.si/en/), which Jim booked based on the ratings on Trip Advisor (Travelers' Award for 2013.)  The hotel room was a godsend in the heat:  spacious, cool, comfortable.  And Igor is the dream host, serving a wonderful breakfast with snacks for later, giving travel advice, maps, brochures, and local history.  I am a little bit in love!  I quickly suggested to Jim we should extend our three days here to five and make day trips now we have the car, so that's what we're doing.

     Garni Paleta Hotel, Skofja Loka

                                                               

 

On Saturday there was a Medieval fair in town.  Sunday we went to Lakes Bled and Bohinj, coming back through narrow, twisty roads over a mountain pass and into the verdant Selška Valley.  Yesterday we woke to thunder, a heavy downpour and a dramatic drop in temperature.  Igor suggested a trip to one or both of the caves in the Karst region, an arid limestone plateau in southwestern Slovenia.  We chose Škocjan, near Italy.  The tour lasted about 1 ½ hours, first through the “dry caves”, then the caves with the river flowing deep below.  On the drive back we viewed Predjama Castle, built into a cave.

 

Today we hiked about 5 hours through hamlets, between fields, and up, up, up through a black forest where we picked wild blueberries.  We were rewarded with views of the valleys below and mountains above, when we stopped for lunch at another gostilna at Krizna Gora. 

 

So now we are winding down.  We leave here tomorrow with two days through the Julian Alps and then our final two in Piran on the coast. 

DALMATIA: Split, Korcula and Dubrovnik

Last Monday we said "arrivederci" to our friends, boarded a bus for the long trip to Split (8 hrs) where we were met at the bus station by Diana, one of many locals flogging their sobe and apartmani at bus and train stations.  She promised her place was 6 minutes away, quiet and clean.  I talked her down to 30 euro and we hoisted our bags and headed off.  I'm sure for most people, and me without a pack it would take that long, but I'm kind of slow, like a tortoise.  Jim and Diana charged ahead like rabbits.  Indeed the place was decent and all we needed for one night.  

We headed into the Old Town, just missing the tour groups, in search of an ATM that would take our debit card (not always the case), then a welcome dinner.  Later we walked through Diocletian’s Palace which looked amazing as twilight approached.  There was entertainment in the centre in Peristylen Square, Diocletian’s former entry hall, and the whole atmosphere was mystical.  A musical duo was playing and singing outside the Luxor Bar and children were dancing in the square.  You could almost believe you were back in Roman times if you ignored the many, many shops set up inside the labyrinths of the palace.  We were so glad to see it at night as the atmosphere the next day amidst the hoards was totally different. 

The next day we walked along the waterfront (riva) and finally found Buffet Fife in Varoš near the Fishermen’s port, which a local told us about.  After climbing up some stairs in the Marjan “forest” for a view of the port and palace, we retraced our steps to the restaurant.  Indeed the portions were large, the food good and the waitress entertaining.  Jim asked her how many languages she spoke and she said, "Only 165 but there are hundreds more I don't know".  Jim had a local beef specialty, pasticada, roasted and braised in a rich wine sauce, served with gnocchi; I had dried cod brudetto, a savoury stew of fish, broth and potatoes.  It had turned quite hot and we didn’t feel like wandering any more so parked ourselves close to the water to relax.  Suddenly the darkening clouds produced the threatening rain, but by then we’d almost made it back to Diana’s to pick up our bags.  By the time we arrived at the dock, at 4:00, all was sunny and bright again.  We boarded the Krilo catamaran at 4:30, crowded with passengers going first to Hvar and eventually to Korcula, where we arrived shortly before 8:00 after a bouncy ride.

 

    

 

 

 

Korcula:  We were among the first to get off the ferry.  Immediately we were approached by two women selling accommodation. The first one, smarter and more professional looking, had pictures and told us her Apartmani were nearby but her price seemed high.  Jim started talking to the other woman, and the first one said, “Do you want it or not?” so Jim said “no” and she went looking for other customers.  The second woman could not speak much English but made up for it with enthusiasm, assuring us her place was 4 or 5 kms away by car, 15-20 min. by footpath.  She said the apartment had a kitchen, garden and was near shops and 2-3 minutes from the beach.  She wanted 200 kn./night ($40) and she and her husband would drive us to look at it so we agreed.  They showed us the suite on the bottom floor of a house.  We just looked at each other; there was clutter everywhere, the beds weren’t made up, and it was dark as the French doors were frosted glass so you couldn't see out.  It obviously wasn’t ready for renting, but she kept countering any objections with ways the problems could be overcome:  hot water carried from the bathroom to wash the dishes, move the little table outside to take coffee in the “garden” (cement, rocks and weeds, no view), no coffee machine (use instant).  There was no decoration unless you counted a girlie calendar.  She had no WIFI but we'd be able to trek into town and sit on her porch!  Her husband kept emphasizing the air/con feature (klima).  In the end, it was too late to back out, so we agreed to stay for the night.  She was really high energy and told us her husband was having heart surgery on Friday.  We felt sorry for them, but in the end that wasn’t enough to get us to stay two more days.  When she hadn’t shown up by 10:00 we hid the key, hoisted our backpacks and walked into town.  We tried to book a place at Rezi and Andro DePolo’s (distant relatives of town poster boy Marco) west of Old Town.  Rezi was full but showed us a sobe next door which we took for 260 kn/night ($52).  The room was small but clean, had a view of the water and Old Town, and a swimming beach across the street.  Nobody else was staying there so we had exclusive use of the front patio and also the kitchen and bathroom on our floor. This is more like it!  Rezi is a sweetheart; she feeds and has spayed 5 stray cats who have great lives as a result.  "I am a cat lover.  But my husband is getting mad at me."  I told her, "You are a good woman, Rezi."  She said, "I know, but it costs me a lot of money.  It's a good thing my husband doesn't speak English." 



 

The last day we walked to a sandy beach in Lumbrada, maybe 10 kms, arriving at Vela Pržina very hot and tired.  We rented an umbrella for 20 kn. and waded into the warm shallow waters.  Heavenly!  We hated to leave Korcula, but Dubrovnik was waiting. 

Dubrovnik:  Fri. We were outside waiting for our shuttle pickup at 8:25.  The taxi picked up another woman en route to the harbour ferry.  She turned out to be a tour guide for Adventure Tours of Richmond and lives in Vancouver.  Small world.

The ferry crossing to Orebić took 10 minutes, affording great views of Old Town.  Once on the shuttle bus, an 8-passenger minivan, we followed the coast, through an interesting walled town called Ston, and arrived in Dub. about 11:30.  Our driver had to call Ivo for directions to the Airbnb and he showed up on his motorcycle in his business dress from the bank to lead the way up the road to the attic apartment.   Ivo took a few minutes to show us in and give us brief instructions.  Once unpacked, we walked to find a Konsum store nearby and stock up.  Then we walked 20 minutes into the crowded Old Town, flooded with tourists.  Somehow this is getting less appealing, but we gave it a good look.  We enjoyed our home-cooked dinner in our apartment.  Today (Sat) we walked to a nearby beach for a swim.  Perhaps we'll climb the Old Town walls tomorrow.  So help me, if I'm not fitter and slimmer when I get home, I'm going to be upset!!!!!

 

 

 

DOLOMITES; CROATIA (ISTRIA AND KRK)

Here are a few photos from our time in the Dolomites, Istria and the northern Croatian islands.

 Lasino, Italy in the Western Dolomites

 

 Riva del Garda

 Lunch at Flavio & Cristina's herb farm where the spinach and strawberries were fresh picked from the garden.

 

 

Istria, Croatia:

 

 Amphitheatre, Pula: It was completed in 80 AD and used for gladiator battles until they were outlawed in the early 5^th C.  It’s the 6^th largest and one of the best-preserved Roman theaters anywhere. Today the arena is used to stage musical events featuring the likes of Placido Domingo and Elton John.

We rented bikes to explore the town and go to a distant beach.  I hadn't been on a bike in several years, but did okay going into town.  When we headed out toward to beach on the roads with no margins and fairly fast traffic it was a different story.  I fell off the bike into grass and bush.  We decided to let F & C carry on and we turned in our bikes and went to the local beach.     

 

Cres Grad, en route to Krk.  We stopped here for lunch and a swim.

 

 

Cristina and Flavio on the beach at Baska, Krk.

 

 

After exploring the coast of Croatia, I wonder if it doesn't mean "rocky place" as that's the most prominant feature.  We marvelled at how anything could grow there.  We enjoyed the seafood, swimming and good company of our friends.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

GERMANY - Rhein-Main region

A week ago, we traded Vancouver's damp, cool weather for similar in Frankfurt.  The plane trip was uneventful but long, so we were happy to stretch our legs and be welcomed and whisked away to our friends' home in the suburbs and not deal with transportation or accomodation.  Again, despite our protests, they insisted we occupy their master bedroom.  Our five days flew by, with daily excursions around the region in mostly sunny skies.

On Thursday we headed for Seligenstadt, 25 kms s-e of FRA, on the swollen banks of the Main (say "mine") River.  It's one of Germany's oldest towns, dating to Roman times; where Barbarossa held court in the 12th C. Half-timbered houses from the 15th century were not damaged in the war.  We hiked a short distance to have lunch at the brewery at the Engelberger Klostergarten where we shared marinated strips of white meat with chopped pickles and onion, translated as "ham salad" by Robert.  I had trouble deciphering the menus, which all seem to consist mainly of schnizel or wurst, but kept grilling Robert for complete translations.  Surely there was green salad on the menu?  Nein!

 

 Seligenstadt

Since Thursday was a local holiday, every place was crowded, but we managed to find a table on the square in Mittelberg for afternoon coffee.  We just had to keep catching our cups which wanted to slide off the sloping table set on cobblestones!  Dinner was at a weinstube in Klingenberg.  Weinstubes are small wine bars and this time of year they offer small menus of locally-produced home cooking.  This is spargel season, so meals feature this white asparagus served with boats of Hollandaise sauce and fresh new boiled or roasted potatoes to sop up more of the rich sauce.  I learned that a dish followed by Weiner Art means schnitzel.  Aha, very useful.  Another useful term we learned was rahmsauce, a delicious cream sauce, with peppercorns or mushrooms.

Friday was cold and rainy so we opted for some culture at the Stadel Museum, one of Germany's oldest, housing with thousands of old masters and modern art.  "Blockupy" protesters disrupted traffic making it impossible to find street parking downtown.  Much worse than Vancouver, if you can believe.

Saturday we were taken to the Rheingau region of Hessen, first to Eltville where again we saw half-timbered houses dating from the 15th C. and came across a Rose Festival.  Dinner was at another weinstube whose wine was riesling.  We had a dry riesling which was excellent.  Robert and Gerlinde prefer semi-dry, and they water their wine which seems a sacrilage to us.

 Eltville Rose Festival

  Hiking to Lambertskreuz

 

On Sunday the weather was sunny so we drove to Rheinland-Pfalz, near Karlsruhe, and hiked uphill to have a hearty lunch of wild boar at  Waldhaus Lambertskreuz.  

 Robert and Gerlinde

Monday was our travel day to Italy.  We awoke to find our train from Munich to Trento had been cancelled because of the flooding; the problem somewhere in Austria.  We were fortunate to arrive at the train station early and were able to reroute through Basel and Bern, Switzerland; Milano and Verona, arriving in Trento some 11 1/2 hours and four trains later.  Today is a relaxing day at the home of our Italian friends, Flavio and Cristina, who live a few kms away in the hamlet of Lasino, in the Western Dolomites.  On Thursday, we're leaving with them for Croatia.  This morning they're at work so we had a leisurely start and strolled through the village.

Ciao!