Some of the best laid plans succumb to reason, necessity, or just a great idea. Our Villa-mates were talking of going to Hvar, which is a small island off the coast of central Croatia. From the word on the street it is an absolutely beautiful place as well a lively atmosphere. After really no persuasion Seth and I decided to join our international group on their way and push back our trip to Vienna.
Im slowly realizing that Americans are unbelievably spoiled when it comes to our comfortable temperature range and the lengths we go to to stick to that range. We all took the bus from Dubrovnik up to Split and it was a freaking heat wagon. The bus had enough air conditioning to make you think that it might make a difference, but in reality it was just enough to keep you alive so that you could realize how hot it was. About two hours into the four and a half hour jaunt I pleaded with the travel Gods to let a window break or ice to fall from the ceiling. Neither happened. We made it, though, and I think that I am stronger for it. We are now in Hvar after a short boat ride.
The thing in Croatia is to stay with random people who offer Sobe (which is Croatian for room for rent) instead of hotels because hotels have not been able to purchase much of the minimal amounts of property for sale. For our two nights in Hvar we will be staying with Ivan and his family. All of us have really grown to love this style of travel because it is so much more personal than a hotel and you are staying in a neighborhood as opposed to some commercial district. It also gives the place a much more friendly, community type feel. Now if only I could convince some people of the benefits of air conditioning and good refrigeration...
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