Korcula!

Liz and I got up early and took the packed smelly bus (seriously people, deodorant ain’t that expensive) to the Jadrolinija Ferry dock in Dubrovnik. We booked deck seats for the 2-3 hour trip to the island of Korcula; it was spectacular. These car ferries are really like small cruise ships, with cabins, a restaurant, bar, and outdoor café. Nice! We totally scored the best chairs on the upper deck right against the railing of the back of the ship. For the entire trip we sailed right up the Dalmatian coast passing gorgeous scenery. Of course, we got tans, had a cappuccino, and yummy delicious beers. I even had my personal space royally violated by a German woman who did not see a problem putting the back of her chair right up against the back of mine, so we could bump heads when I sat back down. Seriously??? Eventually, I made my needs clear and she backed away. Nuff said!

Sailing along the Dalmatian Coast

Croatian flag

Sweeeet!

Arriving in Korcula

When we got to Korcula, which is like a miniature Dubrovnik, we figured Edita, the woman whose sobe we were staying in would meet us at the dock; that didn’t happen. I was supposed to text her and let her know what ferry we were coming in on; however, my stupid adapter is for Italy and not Croatia or the rest of Europe apparently, so my cell battery died. We emailed her, but as she informed us later, “pfft I don’t check email that often”. Ok, whatever. We had a map of where her joint was so we started walking off. As we realized we needed to head through the old town gate and were walking in that direction, I heard someone call my name. A freaky thing when you are on a tiny ass Croatian island. Lo and behold, Edita spotted us, somehow, and rocks up to take us to our sobe. That place kicked ass: super clean, perfect location, ridiculous view when you poked your head out the window and looked right, and air conditioning that made you wish for a nice wooly sweater. Edita was equally impressive. She got her degree in London, so had mastered all of the sarcastic nuances of the English language and used them well. She was a riot. When she heard the Italian adapter story she made sure to let us know we didn’t “organize” ourselves very well, but then she took us to the lady next door’s house to see if she could help us. When that failed she showed us where a hardware store was that should fix us right up when they opened after siesta. I’m telling you, the people of Croatia are quality people, Edita at the top of the list. She even asked some Canadians who checked in after us if they had the proper adapter and could we borrow it for the night. Excellent! In the meantime, we found what we needed at an internet store; however, Liz blew two of them out with her hairdryer. I was blownout when they just kept exchanging them for us. That would NEVER happen in Italy. The Canadian family is worth a mention as well. They were from Victoria and were traveling for a month. Their 10 year old son told me his most memorable experience in Rome was watching a seagull attack, kill, and eat a pigeon at the Trevi Fountain. I guess Rome is different for all people, GROSS!

Edita, we loved her!


Looking our of our sobe window

Main gate to the old town of Korcula Town

After dropping off our stuff in the sobe, and finding the adapter we headed out for lunch. We went down the stairs to the right of our sobe and found a seawall loaded with restaurants. Since credit cards are not something many places take and the menus were all the same, we chose the one that did take visa and parked it by the water. The view was silly pretty. Lunch was good: spaghetti with pineapple and red sauce (sounds odd but was shitgodamn good), cheese, mussels, salad, bread, and no shock here. . . a litre of wine! Properly lubricated we then wandered around the tiny Old Town of Korcula town. We found the alleged house of Marco Polo’s family (he was from here), went into the cathedral where I took forbidden photos, and checked out all the views from the town walls.

Lunch on the sea wall. Perfetto!

Cutest dog ever. Liz pulled burrs out of his fur.

Inside St. Mark's Cathedral

That's just funny.

Alleged home of Marco Polo.

If it isn't confirmed to be his house, I'm not sweating to climb the tower.

Me with Marco Polo and Ghengis Khan

Because the whole 2 days was marked by a game of what else? Marco (Liz). . . . Polo (me)

Bell tower of the cathedral

Our first dinner in Korcula was most excellent. It was at a place called Adio Mare on a terrace right next to Marco Polo’s house (which by the way may or may not be the actual house of Marco Polo, um ok!). The food was excellent, shrimp risotto, beef marinated in Prosecco and slow cooked with prunes, mixed grilled veggies, and of course a liter of fine fine Croatian white wine. Oh, and our waiter was equally as tasty!! Killer first day in Korcula.

Ajvar for Liz's husband Fred. Its delicious!