Recently several of my friends have travelled to the beautiful country of Croatia. I can’t say that it was initially on my To Travel To list but after seeing their happy snaps, I have definitely added it.
The rugged cliff-face appears to go on forever, tiny seaside villages dotting the coast. A couple are taking a self portrait of themselves, grinning in front of the shimmering ocean. You throw one leg over the slightly rusted bike you rented and let the tyres lazily crunch over the stone and pebbles. You inhale deeply, letting the fresh air snake its way into your lungs and wonder if you’ll arrive in the village just in time for špica (the Saturday morning and pre-lunch coffee drinking ritual).
The sheer size and number of waterfalls in Plitvice Lakes National Park leaves you with your mouth open. It is a vibrant maze of trees, lakes and foliage in such striking colours, it almost feels as if you are walking inside a painting. The desire to jump under a waterfall and feel the crisp, cool water on your face is strong; but a glass of wine inside that cozy restaurant you spied in the city centre wouldn’t mean changing out of saturated clothes.
The dull orange lights bounce off the stone path, people chattering away to each other in foreign tongues. You wonder what they are saying, whether or not they’re tourists like you, admiring the baroque architecture and the night sky. The city throbs with music and revellers inside its bars, all with their own secrets spoken in foreign tongues.