For my May/June holiday my friends and I went to Dubrovnik, Croatia, and oh, what a trip! We flew out on Monday night and, when the plane was hovering over Dubrovnik, the pilot came on the intercom and informed us that there was a massive thunderstorm and the plane would be unable to land - apparently EasyJet planes are not as heavy as other planes, and it wouldn't be able to handle the torrential winds. We flew in circles for about a half an hour to see if the storm would pass, but alas, it did not; so, much to our disappointment, we had to fly to Split, Croatia, and land there. We sat on the plane for about another thirty minutes when the pilot came on again and told us we would have to take a bus to Dubrovnik, which is about a four hour drive! *sigh* - so we waited at the Split airport ("I hate Split!") for two hours for the coaches to arrive and got to Dubrovnik about three in the morning. Luckily, the woman whose house we were staying at is super wonderful - she stayed up all night waiting for us and walked to meet us where our taxi dropped us off so we wouldn't struggle to find the house in the pitch black of night. Needless to say, we didn't do much exploring when we got there.
We started the next day off by getting groceries and exploring the town. It was very exciting to learn that our house is located right inside the old city walls - called Pile Gate. Basically that means that we were living in the most beautiful part of the city. Sweetness. We took our time, taking tons of pictures of the beautiful views, while we waited for Kari, who was arriving that morning. We spent the day doing a Walls and Wars walking tour, which consisted of walking around the walls that surround the old city. For those of you who don't know (like myself) the city is encompassed by medieval 1,940 meters long walls, which have been preserved in their original form and opened for visitors as the major attraction. The views were breath-taking; really indescribable. The only negative thing about it was the length of the walk - the brochure said it lasted an hour and a half, fair enough. But our tour guide loved to talk, and consequently our walk lasted nearly three hours...up high, near the sun, no shade, lots of stairs...we were exhausted at the end (or at least I was)! That night Sarah and Britny made us a fabulous dinner and we ate on our enormous and stunningly beautiful terrace, looking out at the wonderful scenes that surrounded us. It was a great day.
The next day we took a Three Island Cruise that lasted all day - except it was cool and overcast and rainy. Awesome. What was also fantastic was that we were on the boat with a bunch of old people (no offense grandma) who were total bummers and stole our seats. So, naturally, to make the best of the situation, we bought lots of booze and got drunk. By the time we reached the second island we were all pretty happy with our lives. The old people, however, were not so happy with theirs; note that when I say we got drunk, I actually mean we got beligerently drunk; ie. singing Lady Gaga's Bad Romance over and over and over (actually, mainly singing the beginning of Lady Gaga's Bad Romance over and over and over - much more annoying I'm sure), and dancing around the boat as though it was my living room. Now, before you cringe with embarrassment mom, there was a large group of old people that started to really love us come island number three. We were literally feeding them our peach rum liqueur; by the time we reached the third island they were dancing and singing with us and capturing it all on camera. I imagine they enjoyed being young again for a little while.
The weather was much nicer on the third island and we spent the afternoon running around with the shopping cart we found and swimming in the adriatic sea. It was wonderful. The one thing about getting drunk so early in the day, though, is that, unless you keep it up, you wear out kinda fast. What I mean to say is, we ended up lying on the beach totally hung over and not wanting to be disturbed. Unfortunately though, our boat was ready to go, so we spent the trip back playing cards and napping on the bottom deck. Whatever old people.Sarah, Britny, Mandi and I went wandering that night in our pajamas and met a few British guys from Manchester. We ended up hanging out with them quite a lot during our trip - they are super fun and I hope to party with them again now that we're home.
The next day was Sarah's birthday and we spent the day wandering around the old city, having some drinks at different places, basically just enjoying the life. We got a little drunk again that afternoon, I must admit, and we spent our time playing cards on our terrace. Asshole was the game of choice - oh reminders of highschool. We went out for dinner that night to celebrate Sarah's turning twenty-five; the food was cheap and absolutely incredible! I had a salad and a pizza (with leftovers for lunch the next day) and my mouth waters just thinking about it.
The next day we finally had beach weather! We woke up early and journeyed to the only (partially) sandy beach near us, about a ten minute walk from the house. The views were, once again, spectacular, and we spent the morning laying on the beach, swimming in the ocean, kayaking around like pros...we led tough lives. The only negative thing about the beach is the rocks you have to walk over to get into the water. Ouch! It was probably the most hilarious thing, watching me get in and out of the water. I kind of had to do a crab walk in order to make it out alive. But really, I am not complaining.About two o'clock in the afternoon a really dark cloud started towards us...very rapidly. We high-tailed it out of there and pretty much made it home before it started to rain. And what did we do that afternoon? Have you been paying attention? If you have, you would know that the answer is WE GOT DRUNK. Yup. Yet again, we spent our afternoon drinking and playing asshole (and listening to Lady Gaga of course). We took a nap for about three hours until seven o'clock, and then Mandi and I made a marvelous pasta bake dinner with chicken, fish and shrimp on the side. It was devine. We ate about ten o'clock and then went out on the town to celebrate our last night in Croatia. We met our British friends, along with a couple guys from Australia, at a bar called SkyBar and moved on to the Latino club later on in the night. Britny and I didn't stay out very late - we made it an early night, were in by about four in the morning. Hahaha.
The rest of the girls stumbled in about five. That made the next morning interesting, since it was a beautiful day and we wanted to make the most out of it before we had to leave to catch our plane (at eight o'clock at night, thank god). We spent the ridiculously hot day on the beach - well, actually, we spent most of the ridiculously hot day in the water, since we could only last about twenty minutes out of it. I really do mean it when I say ridiculously hot, although again, I am not complaining. We tried to go parasailing, which would have been wicked, but it was too windy and the dudes said it was too dangerous to go. Sad. We left the beach after a few hours and went to the rock bar (a bar on the rocks - self explanatory) for a drink before we went back to the house to get changed before going to the airport.
The trip to the airport was pretty wank I must admit, only because we were leaving one of the most beautiful places I have ever seen. It brought I tear to my eye to leave it behind. I mean, there are a million more places in Europe that I want to visit before I go home, but I can seriously see myself going to Croatia one more time. I truly loved it there.
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