Croatia Full of Life. When the airline shortens your holiday

 

We had planned to spend three days in Dubrovnik, but LOT, where we bought the tickets, forgot to tell us that they had canceled the return flight, and basically we could either fly back three days earlier or stay in Croatia until spring. Neither option worked for us, and LOT refused any communication, so we bought new tickets with Finnair one day earlier than originally planned.

So we only had today's full day in Dubrovnik. We started the morning with a walk in the old town, enjoyed all those streets and stairs again, bought some art and this year's Christmas tree ornaments (in the old town they have a Christmas shop open all year round, where they paint the Christmas tree ornaments by hand on site). We took a quick break in the apartment during lunch and then walked to the sea.
For the evening, we had a table booked at Dalmatino, where we also spent the last night of our honeymoon four and half years ago, but since Scott thought that this dinner deserved a dedicated blog post,I will not list all these wonderful dishes here. Stay tuned

Before dinner, we managed to watch a very beautiful sunset.

Azur of Montenegro. First class food poisoning.

 

In the morning, it turned out that breakfast was offered a la carte, not as a buffet. We had an omelette (Scott) and an energy breakfast (me) and also wanted croissants (to share). It turned out that you have to pay extra for the third portion. The food arrived at the table in speedy 35 minutes. Good thing we were the only guests. My energy breakfast had to be: corn flakes, raspberries, banana, Plazma bisquits, milk, yogurt, honey. A bowl of muesli and a bottle of milk arrived on the table. When the young man said bon appetit and started to leave, I asked, where is the rest? After that he also brought honey, jam and one banana.

The whole way through Montenegro towards Bosnia and Herzegovina was driving through thick fog. Sometimes it was just between and above the mountains on the side of the road, sometimes you couldn't see further than 10 meters from the car.

There is an incredibly beautiful view of the mountains between the two borders, we took pictures and then drove to Bosnia and Herzegovina. My stomach had already started to hurt, and I blamed some specific circumstances. But a 15 minutes after arriving in the country, I started to feel nauseous, dizzy, sweat was flowing so that my hair was soaked. My stomach hurt even more and my hands started shaking. I didn't feel good at all. Finally we arrived in Trebinje, I went to the first bar we came across and after using their toilet we sat on a piece of wall next to the car. That's where I also left all of my breakfast. Since it seemed to me at that point that I could more or less sit, we started to drive towards Croatia again, because we thought that since I was feeling lousy, I would much rather feel lousy in the European Union, and not in the middle of Bosnia and Herzegovina. Three kilometers later, however, a new stop with the same intention was needed. It seemed that after that the whole mess was more or less over and I felt fine.

The border crossing into Croatia went smoothly and we drove straight to Kupari beach to enjoy the light blue water and white beach.

Our apartment in Dubrovnik is on the fourth floor with a view of the old town, the sea and the sunset. We walked around town, oh my gosh, I didn't remember HOW many stairs there are. And HOW expensive is the food here in the old town.

Croatia Full of Life. Life like on Lombok flight

 

 

Being the ever informed and well-prepared tourists, we had taken into account that there are queues at the airports until half way to Tartu, so we arrived so early that even the check-in counter was not yet open. When it finally opened, the suitcases were dropped off in five minutes, and 10 minutes later we were already through security.

We ate some, walked to the gate, watched the suitcases being loaded onto the plane in the pouring rain, and imagined ourselves just a few hours later in 25-degree Croatia.

On the Warsaw flight, LOT offered lentil buns and rhubarb pastries. Pastry wasn't too bad and the flight was relatively uneventful.

The menu on the Dubrovnik flight was the same, and I can confirm that the lentil bun was just a dry bread with a bit of lentil filling. The crew barely got halfway on the plane with their bun and pastry wagon when we flew straight into the first turbulence and this tiny aircraft fluttered both ways. If it wasn't fluttering, it was in free fall. 20 minutes later, the situation had somewhat calmed down and the bund and drink distribution continued. They didn't even reach the 20th row with the drinks, before we met the next turbulence, which included even longer freefalls and more shaking.

After the second turbulence, we slowly started to descend and soon we landed in Dubrovnik.

We got our rental car and drove to the apartment. Went to a restaurant on the other side of the bay for dinner, checked that the local village store was closed and went back to the apartment to go to sleep.

Croatia Full of Life. Wine and Views

Our apartment in Dubrovnik had a balcony, but rather small and instead of the sea we could have watched our own wall. So, mostly we were sitting on the big terrace overlooking the Adriatic sea. Since the entrance to the landlords apartment was from the same terrace, I think, we were supposed to use our own tiny little balcony. But since they didn't tell us to leave, we were mostly sitting there with our morning coffee or late night glass of wine. Like today morning. I had just set my coffee and yogurt on the table and opened the chats in my phone, when the door opened and the landlord looked out. He said Hi and went back in, where he had a rather heated discussion with his wife. I imagined it going down something like: "Damn, here they are again, occupying our terrace, like their apartment wouldn't have one! Oh, well, let it be, at least they'll leave today. But in the future we will have a sign, so other arrogant guests wouldn't have their picnics here in front of our door!" And then... a minute later, the landlord came out again, holding a bottle of really nice white wine and gave it to as as a gift. And went to the dentist with his wife.

Although we were happy about the wine, but travelling with hand luggage only and still somewhat tired from yesterday, it didn't seem likely to be able to finish the wine before leaving to airport in an hour. So, when we went out to get the bus tickets for the airport shuttle, we also used the chance to make the lovely girl behind the counter happy by giving the wine to her :)