It's weird, but I like Dubrovnik better in hindsight. Our trip got off to a rough start-we arrived the day after Christmas, our flight from Zagreb was on a teeny tiny tin can of a propeller plane that bounced around like crazy (and you know I already HATE flying). By the time we arrived at our hotel it was dark, everything was closed, and we ended up ordering pizza from the one place in town that was open.
The next morning we woke up to pouring rain and a negative Nancy hotel employee who told us Dubrovnik was no fun in the winter. Hmph.
Am I sellin' it yet?!
Despite our rocky start and despite the fact that we planned WAY too many days for such a small town, Dubrovnik is pretty cool. It's an ancient walled city with a lot of scars. The history, the architecture, the views...it really had a lot to offer once I got past the crummy weather.
The thing I liked about Dubrovnik is that it felt kind of mysterious. A tad Italian, but then suddenly more Turkish...or Greek? I could never quite pin it down. But still, I liked it.
Fionn and I had lunch at an awesome Bosnian place called the Taj Mahal (dunno about that name..) and then headed down to the marina. The rain let up for a little while, allowing us to see more of the city.
After coming from chilly Amsterdam and Copenhagen, it was neat to see the Croatian coast's take on Christmas decorations. I loved how they used orange leaves for everything.
This church is the site of a famous war photograph from the 1990s. I grew up hearing about the conflict in Yugoslavia as a child, but I didn't know much about it. It was fascinating learning more while we were in the region.
Even though Dubrovnik is swimming in tourists during the summer, it was pretty empty when we were there. It felt like a ghost town, with only stray kittens and the occasional old lady passing us on the stairs.
Even though we got off to a bad start, Croatia grew on me. It's certainly beautiful! Maybe one day I can convince Fionn to go back in the warmer months?