Rounding narrow turns, European cars pointing in different directions and yet on the same side of the street. Twenty miles and hour feels more like a hundred as we twist and turn down the decent. Beautifully gated palaces in colors from beige to salmon, vibrant flowers and very small cars parked in every space available. Down the hill we go and into the old town, excitement grows. Continue reading
In about a week, I hope to be sitting onboard a plane to France en route to Croatia. The intensity is building while my stomach grows more nervous that I haven’t learned anything more in Croatian than Good Morning “Dobro Jutro”, Good Day (afternoon), “Dobar Dan” and Good Evening “Dobra Vecer”.
What do I even know about Croatia except that I hear it’s a beautiful and very reasonably priced country. Let’s take a look.
The one thing that I already know is that the major airport for Croatia is in Zagreb, the capital and largest city in the country. About 4 hours west of Venice, Italy and a quick 2 hour plane ride from Paris, which is what we are going to do. Luckily, Paris is the one International city that is left out of CVG.
Once in Croatia, I cannot wait to hit the Upper Town and my friend says that we must take the car to the coast. I have read that as soon as spring reaches the town of Zagreb, the street of the Upper Town and the pavilion in Zrinjevac park in the center of town come alive with singing and dancing just like we’ve seen in old films and photographs. Waltz and Tango music fill the air. Wait, I don’t know how to do either of those dances!
Of course, I will go to the central square and to Zagreb’s Cathedral of the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary. Not only do I imagine it to be an impressive work of art all in itself, I think that my son will love it since he currently attends a Catholic school. Something to add to the report the that he will be doing. Shh. Don’t tell him just yet.
I imagine winding streets dotted with little cafes and beautiful classical Roman architecture, domed roofs and green lawns decorated with monuments standing tall representing the different figures that have made this country great. Fruit and Vegetable markets and crafts made by little old ladies that possibly do not speak any enleski (English), which means I had better get off of here and study!
When I report back, I have lots of photographs and words that describe the sites more than just what I see from pictures in my mind and on the recordings of others. Since I have no idea what the internet is like over there, please check back in around a week or two.
Cheers and Travel Often!