On Wednesday, August 31, we headed south, into the mountains, starting early in order to beat the other buses to Plitvice Lakes National Park. Plitvice consists of a chain of sixteen lakes, some larger, some smaller, but at different altitude levels, connected and surrounded by many, many waterfalls. We started by taking a walk up the rim of the lower canyon, until we came to a shuttle bus-train stop. We piled onto the shuttle and were driven through the forest to another stop, near the main hotel, and from there we walked down the hill to the shore of the largest lake. At that point there was a ferry across the narrowest part of the lake—on the other side we began to walk a circuit up one side of the river and down the other. It was a waterfall-lover’s heaven.
Afterwards we went on and stopped for lunch nearby—a lunch of which I have absolutely no memory. From then we began to anticipate the moment when we would go over a rise and see the Adriatic again. That time, of course, soon arrived. We continued up the coast to Rijeka, the third-largest city in Croatia (and Ivana’s hometown), then through it to the 19th-century Austro-Hungarian resort town of Opatija, where we checked in at the Agava Hotel, then walked down the hill to the Yacht Club, for dinner.
Afterwards we went on and stopped for lunch nearby—a lunch of which I have absolutely no memory. From then we began to anticipate the moment when we would go over a rise and see the Adriatic again. That time, of course, soon arrived. We continued up the coast to Rijeka, the third-largest city in Croatia (and Ivana’s hometown), then through it to the 19th-century Austro-Hungarian resort town of Opatija, where we checked in at the Agava Hotel, then walked down the hill to the Yacht Club, for dinner.
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