gaze to the east was so I wanted to pin it down and even if this is just west of the East Adriatic sleeves, across the border next door,
Holiday time is what it is, rent forced in August, give or take and take and then leave, which left all is lost.
While the Beijing Olympic Games take their leave from the car with two suspects of gold for a shooting discipline and combat grecoromanotiburtina in that Pescara entrust the protection of my car in a parking lot used by the Navy unusually free parking at the local and temporary duty paid once proof of identity at the checkpoint-chatter, disconnect the ticket on the route to the island of Hvar, the first landing of a cheap vacation, twelve days and twelve nights of flip-flops in the scent of the Mediterranean.
Hvar offers just the visual impact and historic signs predominant characteristic: a long rectangular square entirely paved with polished slabs and wide, with a church steeple well-placed source on the short side of the marina opposite a row of cafes and along the sides.
Balza eye cleaning and squaring the stone and the feeling of being in a sea of \u200b\u200bAbruzzo. Throughout the trip will continue with comparisons
Hvar, like all the Dalmatian islands, as a legacy and the legacy of centuries-old Venetian import in civil and architectural importance is considerable: stony streets, churches smooth, the arsenal with the beautiful arched doorway at the same time functional and aesthetic, the buildings and balconies infinestrati following homogeneous set of specifications, arched loggias, mullioned windows and all that pavement on which to glide.
Other impact primal feelings, they speak Italian rather than Ponza, is calling for immigration quota for indigenous tourism, the commercial contract of Hvar tourism involving all overlooking the transit roads, but the interplay of walk and need intensive trade turistifilo a proportion remains within the limits of space preservation.
view of the beautiful central square, face the side streets, showing off the first shots analog digital vicolame the Dalmatian.
As doves from the desire of esplorazion calls, naturaliter impel us toward the fortress overlooking the town of Hvar, the rest of the huge civil service protection to the most serene of the Turkmen territory, but also by the certainty prison & ; peremptory sentence, without inspirations beccariana.In effects, affecting the excellent maintenance over the expected aerial view of the landscape, with and without the aid of a telescope eye.
filosogastriche Some insights pervade the papillae brain. Developed the theory of the physical momentum of the Croatian population by virtue of the grid. I decide to open a restaurant of mind, devoted solely to spirits of the sea, with simple tastes, angular, essential, or basic salt, butter and anchovies & breakfast of herring and Marsala with Sicilian fishermen. My personal war of the industry food sucks sap every now and then assimilated. I transcend digesting.
And after dinner, I just want to sleep at night and keep aggiodurmì.
Stiplanka of the island, the people ashore in shorts and dark glasses, looking for the local fashion-oriented, uniquely stelletta by guides such as routard lonelyplanet: the loungissimo and a little 'chill Carpe Diem, a kind of etnobar dotted with cushions & curtains, wood carvings and divaneggiamenti Fiera del Levante enplenair-sea view and flattery Mojito more intuitive for everyone. M'inibisco and I do not even have a coffee.
Probably because of that that eating grilled s'accennava People's genetic or harshness, Croats and Croatian are aesthetically uniform: two-dimensional and flat, planed and covered on average heights nell'addominale mannequin, looks like the cold or iced smooth muerte. Wherever a glimpse nationalism checkered red and white flags and puff, of which these seem to Croatian & Croatian auctions.
Accommodation is once again worthy, bathroom floors and always, always cadacranio twenty Euros per night, twenty meters from the cathedral and as many from the sea, in the middle of a lane in the City Court. In addition, as there is television, the Olympics reappear, at least in moments of exchange or in the pre-bedtime. The Croatian TV
Korcula island is culturally pretentious: Grans surrounded by ramparts made of white, turreted and divided into regular squares of white stone, has a plant in a herringbone pattern, where you depart from the main square of streets converging on a file oval promenade, to enclose the sides citizens, who immediately walk.
Loggiati Moorish, steps in a semicircle, a city gate all respect, under the banner of the Lion of Venice, but also a beautiful cathedral with a rose important - Abbey Fossanova on my mind - and worked with a portal winks aesthetic impression of some effect.
A Korcula Italian presence is a bit 'less pronounced, the proportion Italy / restodelmondo increased from seven in ten to five, on the other hand Korcula, as then we will hear many voices, including local, make rude to the fucking tourist who comes to break the balls, a trait fundamental. In restaurants, travel agencies, with waiters or drivers and minibus taxi boat, the old story is always a light at times irritated going.
I try to give me an explanation: contrary to stereotypes, the tips of rudeness comes mainly from younger people, who in the early 90s, during the war, Serbo-Croatian, had children and perhaps this has an influence on the vision the rest of the world.
Towards evening, laced in the lodges you can hear the singing of a gospel performance folkolirico kindly offered to passers-by proloco local.
make friends with a simple fillet of fish in white wine sauce with mackerel proud bearer of an onion, with lattarini fried and with the loving mullet rosargentate that only if we think I already feel in the depths ...
The artistic ambition is realized in the many art galleries, scenic or naive, that are followed to establish the indigenous pictorial ambitions. Other boutique manufacturing facilities in sequence of coral and traditional silver filigree, antique pendants and starfish.
All too good. And in fact Badija soon reveals the other face of nature: legions of horseflies war declare war on tourism and do not just flit around from time to time to wet our customs, but you eat right, filled with mutilated in Denton. I try to escape by taxi boat in Mosquito's Island, but the taxi boat is gone, and after an hour, just allay these biblical fury, I establish a compromise unbalanced resistance.
The impact is Lunchtime in a fire.
The plan of the city is clear after ten steps: Dubrovnik is made to V: a long & wide road performance, the so-called Stradun, overlooking the city at the top down, while in arriving and departing around invicolate stairs, step long but inexorable. Dubrovnik is made to scale, some people especially those who go down the halls. Around the walls, historic fortifications and centuries-old, intact & compact.
people. A lot of people. Too many people. Are people too, occasionally I feel almost too much.
taking accommodation in a beautiful apartment trocar on top of a staircase and away you go. Unfortunately
flow smoothly and half of the lanes are too sold out the soul of business.
Paninonoteche, pizza, coffee, spaghetti they call Toni and Little Italy, offers to take three fish scampi and pay for two, a food debauch lurking a bit 'everywhere.
Farther intercept some guides and boy scouts who complain to their tourist boom did not follow proper planning, the cruise come to blows in the port of three at a time pouring condominium condominiums & Tourism hit & run away, that while the first every building occurred following a rule for the homogeneity of the assembled architecture today builds each night, loft and basically by their dicks, economically designed.
Stradun opens on the bottom with a beautiful porch, churches vain because of rosettes & mosaics, stained glass and white marble and then the Venetian fortress, two km walk on the walls, the belvedere overlooking the sea, the oldest pharmacy in Europe, with its cloister solar fountains, the Jewish ghetto and the steep stone ... and as we all know, or pretend that they know, with the signs of bombs, including one in plain sight underneath the hole that brought the historic pharmacy. A statement appesalmuro municipal map shows passers roof bombarded by Serb Montenegrins in 1992: At least sixty percent, recognizable by the red brick new new, as it appears from the walls.
Today, everything rebuilt, because of race integral with the restoration of this Viceregina Adriatic, Venice permitting.
At sunset, the city is crossed by heralds in period costume who draws near to the city gates halberds.
At night meeting in a TV reportage Blanka Vlasic of mangy workout: it is already the gold rush.
The sea of \u200b\u200bDubrovnik, perhaps because outside the walls, is less protected from invasion: the beach in particular is a carpet of cigarette despite the deep blue.
frames the sensations with a wonderful grilled sea bream and octopus sincere as the primal pleasure of being on vacation.
It's almost time to sleep, but Blanka is awaiting his final jump. Fair and technical jumps with ease all aseptic measures without an error. Detach the latest competitors as we enter the last scaccian the gadflies and jump competition with a Belgian firm that wears glasses and seems Henry Potter. Blanka focuses coach nods as if to calm him for his unnecessary advice es'inarca sole with his cold eyes el'addominale plate. And yet ... the bar has any draft insolent and unpredictably is down. Henry Potter was not expecting, and repeats did not expect, see his book of tricks ... and makes his own record. He came down to thin and lanky, without bar fight. He rolls Blanka, focuses, goes over a sequence of mind and try again, try again ... but it will be two more lucky. E 'silver, silver and coldly with her throughout Croatia pays a vice of arrogance, at least to my eyes.
Early in the morning after two days off again, with a wonderful surprise in the sense of sight: at seven in the morning Stradun is empty, there are none, you see the beginning and end and it is all a glitter dawn.
Stari Grad was a surprise. Like most local titles so far, retain rows of stone houses, cobbled pavements and squares of black & white Cartier Bresson, opening on a bay Apprenticeship deeply into the sea, where the eight steals the show in the evening sunset in a cannelloni of blue ripped up orange and red as the sun disappears addormì say I'm leaving.
And without trumpeting the formularies for the travel scholarship but only for the eyes of those who enter a couple of churches are appreciated. Beside them, the small local humanist Petar Nonmiricordovic Castle, with the botanical garden and the pool for redfish. Peter, an admirer of Italian culture, placed at the disposal of the local population's estate, but also did something more: he commissioned an Tintoretto deposition that can be seen in the Museum of the Franciscan monastery - and you seemed - as if it were an unpredictable fugitive the Louvre, as if we were in nicchied'arte of Umbria or Tuscany, but it is not and we're in a Dalmatian fishing village of three thousand souls. The beautiful place, let it be even more clear cutting of the body of Christ on the white canvas.
Like a small cask, Starigrad also keeps its good wine, an aromatic wine reminiscent of Greek Retsina and accompanying further culinary discoveries.
restaurant in my mind, I can not do without the carpaccio of tuna and capers tasted in Stari Grad. I allow myself some sophistry and appreciate the fried anchovies in tartar sauce, but even more the fruit salad with lavender and take note a simple but sweet Mediterranean: roasted figs with honey. And I am happy once again.
A Starigrad do the last sun-bathing and sea.
The coast here is also accompanied by pine trees on the beach and ends with a concrete platform to facilitate entry into the water, as is often the case in Croatia. Who said so, the concrete platform also seems ugly, but the reality is quite different in that the invasiveness is minimal and usability comforting. Around many a legend, a few small house located just inland and some public dressing proloco kindly offered by local and Italian that I am no longer accustomed to seeing convenience of free access, it is almost moved.
There is something in the Adriatic resort of Starigrad reminiscent of the coexistence of freedom, simplicity and nature that could be in 1979 in San Benedetto del Tronto or Vieste on the Gargano.
I read a few pages of "The Chronicles of Travnik" by Ivo Andric, literary pretensions that I could never pull the obscurantist routine on weekdays and ... cottimizzati
But that's okay so. I breathed fresh air.
smelled of jasmine and danced on sea for me were without a penny, I really c'amavamo and you was on a television, the greatest dreams of me. Diamantina under the dark sky like you I loved you, I kissed her, as thou hast loved me, your eyes like fires ignited in me the love that donaste me. a job after school, you could not wish for but more is changed, time flies, you wanted to fly more and your name Diamantina in love for the game changed. Diamantina under the dark sky like you I loved you, I kissed her, as thou hast loved me, your eyes lit up like fireworks I love that in donaste me. E the blue Mediterranean in the day said that of you from your modern world, you'll see you back here your sea of jasmine, the garden that fall in love. Diamantina under the dark sky like you I loved you, I kissed her, as thou hast loved me, your eyes as fires lit in me the love that donaste me.
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