Hvar, Croatia
We spent the night at anchor under the illuminated “Spanish Fortress” of medieval Hvar. This captivating city is carved of Venetian style and romance, and has become today one of the most beautiful and popular towns in all of the Adriatic. We shuttled in this Sunday morning on a bright yellow parasailing boat, and felt that we had the whole town to ourselves. Walking the streets past the famed arsenal with its ancient theater, the city loggia, the “piazza”, and the Cathedral, we felt that somehow we had amazingly saved the best for last. We wound our way up shaded limestone alleyways, and even coaxed the Benedictine nuns to open up and sell some of their extraordinary agave lace, painstakingly made from the thin fibers of the agave leaves.
This was the perfect place to drift off and reflect on our voyage up the Dalmation coast from Athens, which seems so distant to us now. Lunch at the piazza, a hike up to the fortress, an aimless wander through the sidestreets and a reflective walk along the waking waterfront. We departed just as things started to get busy, and set sail south for our final afternoon through the islands of Croatia’s Dalmation Coast.
We spent the night at anchor under the illuminated “Spanish Fortress” of medieval Hvar. This captivating city is carved of Venetian style and romance, and has become today one of the most beautiful and popular towns in all of the Adriatic. We shuttled in this Sunday morning on a bright yellow parasailing boat, and felt that we had the whole town to ourselves. Walking the streets past the famed arsenal with its ancient theater, the city loggia, the “piazza”, and the Cathedral, we felt that somehow we had amazingly saved the best for last. We wound our way up shaded limestone alleyways, and even coaxed the Benedictine nuns to open up and sell some of their extraordinary agave lace, painstakingly made from the thin fibers of the agave leaves.
This was the perfect place to drift off and reflect on our voyage up the Dalmation coast from Athens, which seems so distant to us now. Lunch at the piazza, a hike up to the fortress, an aimless wander through the sidestreets and a reflective walk along the waking waterfront. We departed just as things started to get busy, and set sail south for our final afternoon through the islands of Croatia’s Dalmation Coast.
