The plans we had to camp in Croatia dissolved in the scads of rain that ended up falling incessantly. We hightailed it through Slovenia under ominous grey clouds to get to Rovinj before dark and find accommodation that would keep us dry.
Thankfully, we spotted an adorable family-owned pension tucked into a side street. Two other couples staying at the pension, Americans and Poles, were drinking wine on the balcony and invited us to dinner with them. We nodded like bobbleheads after having eaten Czech rohliks (breadsticks) and Nutella in the car all day. It ended up being a raucously fun night and we got to indulge in truffle pasta:
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| Picturesque even in gloomy environs |
Thankfully, we spotted an adorable family-owned pension tucked into a side street. Two other couples staying at the pension, Americans and Poles, were drinking wine on the balcony and invited us to dinner with them. We nodded like bobbleheads after having eaten Czech rohliks (breadsticks) and Nutella in the car all day. It ended up being a raucously fun night and we got to indulge in truffle pasta:
The next morning, which brought some sun, we wrapped ourselves in Croatian culture:
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| Peppers at the Rovinj markets |
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| The city still functions as an active fishing port, though the biggest trade is tourism |
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| Ancient buildings dip right into the water |
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| St. Euphemia's Church sits atop the city, named after a martyred young woman who floated ashore in a sarcophagus in the 6th century |
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| Navigating the winding streets |
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| Kids outside a school |
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| Where St. Euphemia washed ashore |
