Peninsula city I

For planning our trip through Croatia, we had some terrific help from my Croatian colleague Kristina. Hvala Kristina!

Following her great recommendations, our first stop in Croatia was Rovinj. Unfortunately, all the campgrounds were full and wild camping is illegal. We tried to hide in a forest, close to the beach anyway. Thanks to a local, advising us a better spot further down the rocky path, we were not caught by the police that would have charged us 200 € – according to the guy. We could only park in such a tilted way that we constantly had to hold the pot during cooking and we all rolled onto each other during sleep.

The next morning, we were in the city centre early enough to still get a parking spot. There, we were positively surprised by an interesting new playground.

Going by the languages we heard around us, we rather felt like being in Germany than in Croatia. Despite all the tourists, Rovinj was a rather clean city. Cigarette buds and dog pee on the streets may be inevitable.

We took the peeled-off plastering on almost every house as part of the city‘s special character with its narrow streets, laundry lines between the houses, and its slippery, uneven rock roads up and down the hill.

Right in the city, we went down to the rocky coast to refresh ourselves in the wild waves. Especially Magda enjoyed hopping over the waves.

The driver of one German car perfectly met the cliché foreigners must have of Germans. He yelled at us: „Scheiß Kinderwagen!“, believing the entire road belonged to him.

Souvenirs: Necklaces with glass pendant