Wed
20.Jun.2012
Šibenik, Dalmatia, Croatia
The bus from Split toward Zadar runs a leisurely hour and a half along the
winding coast highway, and gets you to Šibenik (SHEE-ben-eek), at the mouth
of the Krka river. (Innit fun to have a language where "r" is a vowel?)
I had no idea what to expect of Šibenik. I actually mistook a little nowhere
village for it, and decided to go somewhere else. Y'see I saw a sign from
the bus, pointing to Šibenik, with a number "8" in a box. 8km, OK. And sure
enough, in about 8km, there is this little dinky village.
Fortunately, the bus didn't stop there, and I had time to figure out that
"8" is the highway number. When we reached the real Šibenik, I took a
chance with an English-speaking room tout at the bus station. Jackpot! My
host is a nice young Coast Guard boat captain named, so help me, Zvonko.
Orientation Walk
My room is upstairs, on a porch with flowers. The driveway has a grape
arbor. My late Italian uncle Deferino would be proud.
Hmm... this place is beautiful.
It is also on a steep hill side. The center is downhill from home.
In general, the Croatian coast of the Adriatic looks more "Italian" than the
Italian coast. Indeed, Italian is the second official language in Dalmatia,
though I haven't heard it to speak of, 'cept that some Italian vocabulary
has crept into the local Croatian language.
More to come.
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