Split decisions

Split decisions

The role reversal set in after only a few hours in Split. As a resident in one of Europe´s most visited cities (Barcelona), I was accustomed to the raucous European crowds that flock to the coasts once the summer months arrive. And now I was one of them.

I hardly even noticed my fellow tourists as I stared up in awe at the ruins that rose high above Split´s Old Town. Sure, I had seen my fair share of ancient ruins among the streets of Barcelona´s Gothic quarter, but this coastal city´s formerly white cobblestones evoked an innocence and purity that would be reciprocated throughout other areas of the Dalmatian Coast.

Based on a tip from a local, my friend Kruti and I opted to slip away from the crowds and hike up to Marjan, a hillside park where an outdoor cafe greeted us with two glasses of cool Croatian reds. We lingered as the sun set over the city and hills below, chatting about life and our lack of future plans. Regardless of what we planned to do in the next few months or even the next few days, we were content in that moment as the cool sea breeze whisked away our worries. There were no imminent decisions to be made.

Ice, ice, sleepy

Ice, ice, sleepy

Dalmatian dew

Dalmatian dew