Zagreb, I love you

I am glad for a late start today because the rain does finally let up for my first tour which is a general city tour. The tour starts in the park Zrinjevac, one of seven city parks. Our guide talks about the upper and lower cities and Kaptol.

One of the sights is a meteorological box in the park. We are told how it was donated by a local. It holds information on things such as temperatures, sunrise/sunset schedules and more.

We go to a parking lot that once was home to a magnificent synagogue. When the nazis took over the city the religious building was destroyed brick by brick and cheered on by the nazi party. Also as a result of the nazi occupation the population of Jewish people went from around 11,000 to about a few hundred today. Most were sent to concentration camps, some in Croatia, and some migrated to other countries. The city has made sure the Jewish synagogue today profits off the current lot in order to one day build a new home. However due to the small numbers in the city it is unlikely that is happening anytime soon. Along with the Jewish people, the Romani and Serbs were also persecuted at the time of the war.

Our guide tells us about the statue in the main square, a leader on a horse that originally was overlooking the town in the opposite direction (looking at upper town). During the communist time of Yugoslavia the statue is removed from the square. Thank goodness it is not destroyed and kept safely in a museum. After Croatia becomes independent again the statue is returned to the square but this time pointing in the opposite dirtection because most of Zagreb now exists in that direction and the statue is overlooking the city.

We are told about the performance artist Tomislav Gotovac and the filming of “Zagreb I love you” (I later see this in Graz, Austria in a museum). There is a sidewalk plaque with a footprint noting this moment but I forgot to take a picture.

We walk over to Dolac Market which is normally bustling but due to the constant rain only a few vendors are set up today. We learn how women called Barica would traditionally sell the produce at the market. We also learn the origins of the traditional umbrellas of the city. It of course has love story origins but now you can see example of these umbrellas all over the market.

We stop by the Zagreb Cathedral, closed due to renovation.

Our guide takes us over to the tower near the funicular. It is close to noon and just in time to hear the cannon fire. One man does this job every day at 12:00 noon. It is very loud.

We then take the funicular up to the upper town. It is said to be the shortest funicular in the world.

In upper town many of the street lamps are still gas powered. There are people who come every night to light them as well as blow them out in the morning.

Ahead is a beautiful church, St Marks, from the 1300’s but the tiles the 1800’s. It is mostly covered in construction but the tiles are still visible. We learn that all these “under renovation” buildings are a result of a bad earthquake about 3 years ago. Only one life was lost fortunately because most were on lockdown and not at their place of business due to covid. The repairs needed to all their historic sights are in the many billions so it might be a while before we see Zagreb at its finest again. Hidden behind the screens I can tell there are some pretty impressive sights here.

Finally we end up at the little gate that has been turned into an alter to the Madonna since it is the only thing that is not destroyed in a fire.

As we say goodbye it starts pouring again. We run off in our different directions. I want to grab a quick lunch so I order a prosciutto and cheese sandwich from Pigvin. I eat my sandwich under the over hang until I see the rain lighten. Then I fight the winds as I walk back to my room with my sandwich. I think this is when my poncho gets its first rip. It is getting a workout today.

Art installation around town of solar system

After a couple hours of rest I contemplate bailing out of my afternoon tour because it is cold and wet and I am tired. I force myself to put my poncho back on and go back out for my afternoon tour : Communism & Croatian Homeland War Tour. I have never been particularly interested in history or wars for that matter. For some reason I cannot get enough of these tours during my time in the Balkans. While much of the history is way in the past, I think things are so interesting to me now because we are talking about a conflict that happened during my time, when I was old enough to be aware of the extent of what was happening, but I did not. I was a teenager not really concerned with what was going on in the world and the USA media and education system didn’t really seem to be concerned either. We only really learned of conflicts when they started affecting Bosnia. There were many conflicts going on in Croatia I knew nothing about.

I also didn’t know how much Croatia flirted with fascism in the WWII. They basically were a puppet state of Germany. They thought aligning with nazis would give them status as an independent state but what they found is that they were just another occupied territory.

The history is very complex and I would not do it justice trying to explain it. If you are interested look for resources on Croatia during Austria-Hungarian/Venetian era, during WWII, during communism (Yugoslavia) era, and during the war of the 1990’s fight for independence. Also as all my tour guides say look for non-biased sources and sources from different points of view….in the 1990’s in particular Croatian, Bosnian, and Serbian point of view (looks like I need a trip to Serbia in my future). Also as hard as it is don’t ever “take sides” in a discussion with a local. There are many perspectives that we cannot imagine. Basically we know nothing.

During this tour we stop in the bomb tunnel again. I learn that it was used once to host a rave and as a shelter during the wars of 1990’s.

The tunnel entrances were not convienent for everyone so we finish our tour in a bomb shelter in the basement of a local resident. There we get a in depth explanation of the history of communism (more Tito) and watch a movie about the war of 1990’s. Overall the tour isvery informative.

I am wet and tired and want to call it an early night. I pick a restaurant that looks good enough after I discover my first choice is actually a fancy Michelin place that is booked up more than a week in advance. At the local restaurant I have more Strukli and a big seasoned meat burger. The food is tasty but very filling. I can’t keep eating like this; I need to start asking for to-go boxes. Balkan people love large portion sizes.

Tomorrow I head to my next country in my Balkan adventures – Slovenia.

Zagreb, Croatia

I’ve only been here a few hours but I am liking Zagreb. I like its vibe and I like its grit. Zagreb is in the northern part of Croatia and is much different than the Adriatic style Croatia that most people are familiar with.

I check in to my B&B and look for a restaurant since I didn’t really eat lunch today and it is already mid afternoon.

I try a local specialty called strukli. There are a couple different ways strukli is cooked but it’s a salty cheese dish. It can be sweet but I never try a sweet one. I order the gratinated version which is like a pasta dish served very hot. I have to wait until it cools to not burn my mouth. I am very surprised I like it so much. I have had many cheesy things lately so hard to impress but this dish is good.

I decide to walk up the stairs to upper town where I get a look at the city and the funicular that I will take tomorrow. It is overcast and a little chilly but I don’t mind. At least it’s not raining (today) like other parts of Croatia have been.

Most museums are closed but one that is open later is the museum of broken relationships. The theme is relics that are acquired during a relationship, romantic or otherwise. Exhibits are accompanied by short stories or explanations of its meaning.

I leave the museum and walk around upper town, the old part of Zagreb that’s located up on the higher part of town. One can walk up stairs to get here like I did, walk uphill or take a funicular (which I will do later).

One common thing I notice is that most of the major sites are almost completely covered and under maintenance. I already know I am going to have to return to see the city when the work is completed.

I walk some more and find a hidden church in a walkway as I walk back down toward lower town. I find out later the significance of it. Porta di Pietra, or Stone Gate, is a Christian shrine to Mary that miraculous survived a fire.

It’s probably obvious by now but if there is a “hidden” tunnel or cave or whatnot I am interested in seeing it. I head to the not so hidden WWII bomb shelter tunnels in Zagreb. There are multiple entrances but there isn’t much to it besides it being pretty large. I guess it has good acoustics because i hear singing from one part of the tunnel.

I pass through the passage way called the Oktogon. It has a beautiful octagon atrium.

The weather is nice so I walk the streets some more.

Nikola Tesla actually born in the region in a town nearby to Zagreb. They have a statue for him in the city.

I have a drink at a cafe and then a snack and then I head back to my B&B, staying up later than I anticipated. My reprieve from the regional rain ends since it starts up when I get back to my B&B. One problem with shoulder season travel is the threat of rain. The rain goes all night but hopefully it doesn’t ruin the two tours I have planned for tomorrow.

Split, alone

It’s only 2 minutes walk

In Split it’s only 2 minutes away. I am in old town Split. It’s not that big and every time I google directions to a particular sight or business here it is only 2 minutes away according to google maps. It is inaccurate of course but it gets comical as the visit here goes on.

My friend leaves this morning so I am alone in my travels again, at least for a couple weeks. It’s been fun having a companion so I am sad to see M go home.

It’s raining again today. Luckily I don’t have far to walk.

My friend leaves while I sleep so I get up and make it to a late breakfast. Fortunately I get a surprise early check in at my fancy hotel I’ve paid with credit card points. It’s helpful because it’s raining and I’m not sure how much walking around I’m going to do right now.

Breakfast is a dessert for breakfast french toast. Because the rain I’m eating inside.

All the partying the last few days has my energy spent. The only thing I dare put on the agenda today is the very ridiculous Froggyland and maybe one more attempt at some decent seafood for dinner.

Froggyland is just as ridiculous as I imagined. In the early 1900’s a Hungarian taxidermist created all these scenes with frogs doing everyday human things. Yes it is just as it sounds. They have a strict no photo policy there so here are some photos off the flyer.

I go to the Luxor restaurant for dinner. I can’t decide what I want so I order the Croatian style cevapi and some seafood arancini balls.

I finally visit the bakery I’ve been wanting to visit Bäckerei Kruscic since it was closed the day before. I had wanted to order something savory but all the labels are in Croatian. Embarrassed to ask what things are I point to one that looks good. It ends up being sweet and somewhat like a Kolach. It has apples and some other things I am not so sure about.

My flight is the early afternoon. I take a cab because I don’t trust any other form of transport to get me there in time. The airport is pretty small. I love how effortless it is to check in for these domestic flights.

My next stop is Zagreb.

Split, Croatia

We returned the rental car to Split with relatively little drama except a little traffic jam. Again we are happy we purchased the insurance because they are very chill about the car return – they only want to remove it from the paid lot we have parked before they get charged for the time there. We give them the list of things that need fixed on the car but they don’t really make any notes or anything. It isn’t cheap for the rental but at least we aren’t stressed about extra charges and getting transport to and from the airport from old town.

We grab our luggage and the grocery bag of snacks and head to our apartment right in the middle of old town Split. There is some confusion but we eventually see the keys on top of a box at the building door. As the first door unlocks we start our two day locking and unlocking three levels of doors adventure. We are on the third floor and every floor has a locked door. The apartment has two bedrooms again. We are both pretty chill about sharing a room but its nice to spread out in your own space for a night or two. I see a washing machine so excited I don’t have to waste a few hours at a laundromat when my friend leaves. I proceed to do a load of laundry. It has to air dry so I want to get this done asap. After the load is finished some items don’t smell clean enough for me. I take some of the cleaner items out and do the load again with more soap and very hot water this time. Granted I have washed these clothes together before, some multiple times since 2019 when I did a long term trip like this before. Never have I had any of my travel clothes bleed onto any of my items. Well this time I guess the water was so hot that it caused my old pink travel underwear to change my white tank to this lilac color. It is almost comical. At least it matches exactly to one of the colors on one of the shirts I wear it under. I might just keep wearing my lilac tank or at some point buy another white one.

We head out to wander around Split and get a proper meal. You still get the tour groups here and it does it get busy but it seems easier to hide from the groups here with all the winding pathways unlike the grid layout of Dubrovnik. I am already liking the vibe here more. We pick a nicer restaurant to eat and I splurge for the leg of lamb. It is very good. We watch people line up outside an ice cream shop outside. We make plans to visit that later.

We thought about doing a sunset pirate cruise but decide to put that off until tomorrow night (mistake since it is cancelled the next night). We instead get a drink by the water and people watch for a while. There are lots of groups of women and hen parties in town from other parts of Europe for the weekend. It must be nice to have this a quick flight away.

We get drinks for walking and do some shopping and end up in the main square of Diocletian’s palace where there is a musical group singing mostly covers in the square. Everyone sits around in steps in the perimeter and the waiters from the Luxor come around to take drink orders. An occasional party of drunk women and sometimes men will stop in the center of the square to have a dance party. Everyone is enjoying themselves tonight. We have an inquisitive Croatian kid and his grandma next to us. My friend initially gets in an uncomfortable staring match with him but we soon learn he is just curious about us and he speaks English very well. He shows us his shoes that light up when we jumps. We cheer him on and tell him to show others. Soon the whole courtyard is cheering him on as he jumps. His grandmother eventually takes him away, perhaps he is getting a little too much attention for her taste.

We attempt a couple late night bars as we wanted to try to stay out late for once but every place is already very loud and crowded. We decide to take back a couple of burgers and chill back at our apartment instead. We have some sightseeing to do tomorrow but plans may get rained out. We make tentative plans to get up very early to beat the crowds coming back to take a nap if needed in the afternoon.

Fortunately we wake up relatively early the next day and wander around. We stop at the green market and admire all the fresh produce. We do some shopping and I buy a cheesy Croatian hat. We also try to feed our not-so-great cheese to some local cats and only one cat is enjoying it; I’d say at least twenty other cats flat out refused to eat the questionable cheese. These cats must get some high class food to turn down free cheese.

We stop for some pizza and more cheese – for us of course.

After lunch we visit the Etnomuseum that has an exhibit of traditional dress, jewelry and other items of the region. The exhibit includes a climb up an observation tower. Down below I can hear singing in the cylinder. I guess it has good acoustics.

Not hungry for a meal we stop for olive oil sample and tapenade at a nearby restaurant. We try their homemade olive oil bread and associated oils. Soon after we visit that popular ice cream place where I try some pistachio combination. Loving the view from yesterday we go back to the bar along the water and this time sit on the balcony to people watch. We had hope that the sunset cruise would happen today but we stare at the boat below as it rains. We finally hear from the booking lady by WhatsApp that the cruise is not happening tonight. We are both disappointed and regretting not going the night before.

We grab a snack and head back to catch the finals of Eurovision. The musical acts are real crazy. We don’t stay awake for the results though since my friend has an early flight in the morning. I’m going to miss her when she’s gone.

Zadar and Parks

We arrive in Split and are walking to the car rental location. We have chosen this location at the ferry port because of convenience and also it had the least crappy reviews of all the local rental shops. We spurge for the full coverage even though technically the credit card covers this because the last thing I want to do is fight over car scratches at the end. We discover that along with our stress free rental we are given a car that’s seen better days. We aren’t picky so other than the GPS we rented being completed useless the car is fine. We laugh that it is the owner’s cousin’s car that he rents out on the side to make some money.

I start driving and all we want to do is get our butts out of the city. We head toward Zadar, our next overnight location. It is a little stressful dealing with traffic in a new country but we make it out of the city relatively easy.

We stop on the way at a small town named Trogir. We walk around the medieval town for a couple hours.

We get to Zadar, find car parking and check into our apartment just in time to run down and catch the sunset at the artwork called “Greeting to the Sun” which during the day looks like just a glass floor but at night lights up beautifully. We catch the show better a couple hours later. There is a sax guy playing while we admire the sunset.

We share a late dinner then head to bed as we are heading to Plitvice Lakes national Park tomorrow.

As we head to Plitvice we aren’t without drama on the way since it is a long drive with absolutely no bathrooms along the way.

It is a rainy day so I am sure it keeps the crowds down a bit but it still pretty busy in the park known for its numerous waterfalls. This UNESCO protected park is very beautiful. We follow one of the most popular paths around that is estimated to take about a half day. Part of the route includes taking a ferry inside the park to another set of falls. We at some point lose the route we are supposed to be on but luckily we find our way back to the car park.

Despite the rain the park is very enjoyable.

On our way back we stop to buy some local cheese at one of the road side cheese stands. It is a weird texture and has very little flavor but what it does have is weird and disappointing. We try to eat it but it isn’t that great. We even try to feed it to street cats later and they wont eat it. I can’t believe there are cheeses out there I don’t like.

We get back into town wander to find a place to eat dinner. I decide tonight I need all the vegetables since my diet has been poor lately. I order a carpaccio salad and side of grilled vegetables.

The next day we head to the town of Nin, Croatia known for it’s salt harvest. Nin is also known for its beaches and its royal history in the 7th to 13th centuries. We visit the salt museum in this sleepy town and buy lots of salt including the flower of salt, a special salt that is harvested.

Back to town where we sit and listen to sea organ, an amazing art installation that sounds like an organ making music when the waves come in. We also shop, buy ice cream, eat dinner and make bad drink decisions. Afterwards we have Eurovision night in since it is on the next two nights.

Watching Eurovision

The next morning we visit the market in town because I love a good market.

We start driving toward Split but first we want to stop at Krka National Park, another waterfall park. Google gives us directions but we ignore them to follow the signs. For a while it seems like a dumb decision that has us driving out of the way but it ends up being the smart one. We find the park entrance and we park conveniently close to the free bathroom because of course we both have to go. On the way we stop by this cool looking abandoned building.

We buy our ticket and wait for the bus to take us down to the park. When we get off the bus there is a commotion. Someone may have died at the entrance to the park. Someone is giving CPR to a man on the ground while they wait for emergency medical help. Not wanting to contribute to the chaos we leave and start our waterfall visit, wondering if he is ok.

Today it is raining again. We see lots of water between the rain and waterfalls. Some parts around the trail become flooded. Thank goodness again for my poncho.