Rovinj, Croatia

We made it to our little apartment in Old Town Rovinj after an early start from Cessalto and a long day of travel, dropping the car at Trieste then catching the bus through Slovenia into Croatia, with only small misadventures along the way.

Louise and Paul followed on our heels after an even longer day, starting in Rome and incorporating a plane, train, bus and golf cart before finally getting to their accommodation a laneway away.

So we spent three lovely days clambering off the rocks directly into the sea, which was buoyant and flat and so turquoise and clear we could still see the bottom, metres below. We hired bikes, walked up and down all those hilly cobblestoned streets, ate copious amounts of gelato, and sampled cocktails and local beer overlooking the harbour. We did a sunset cruise in a somewhat rustic small boat, and saw lots of 'delphins'. We did a roadtrip to a national park, and Louise and I did some more swimming. 

Picked up our little car on our final day, ready to head south, and discovered how creatively we could fit 4 people, 3 backpacks, 2 suitcases and an assortment of handbags, esky bags, cameras and a well-travelled bag of grapes into a Suzuki. 

One of our swimming spots

Delphin watching

Me being a unicorn