We arrived in Dubrovnik after a 5h40m bus ride from Sarajevo in late October of 2008. The Bosnia-Herzegovinian countryside was beautiful, and its dense forest and mountains made me nostalgic for Canada. The slight chill in the air disappeared as we descended to the coast. Our hostel owner had connected us with a friend in Dubrovnik, and this older woman met us at the bus stop and walked us to her pension — which turned out to be first-class accommodations. We had our own entrance with a patio, a living room, kitchen, dining room, and large bedroom (with a king size bed!) and ensuite. After weeks of sharing dorm rooms or, at best, two twin beds pushed together in a room the size of a closet, this was paradise. And at only 6 euros/night we were ready to stay for a month. There was even a grocery store across the street.
Dubrovnik is amazing. It has marble streets. MARBLE. The surface is worn smooth from foot traffic and shines like water after dark when the street lamps reflect off it. We walked around the top of the city walls, explored quaint alleys that smelled of fresh herbs and baking bread, and marvelled at the brilliant blue of the Adriatic sea. When our feet needed a rest, we sat on the edge of a fountain and people-watched.
I should also mention that for every country we’ve been to, Rob has insisted on trying the local pizza. After 40+ countries, it turns out that the one he had in Dubrovnik was his absolute favourite. I hope you enjoy the pictures. If you have any Travel Tuesday requests, let me know in the comments and I may feature it in the upcoming weeks!
Yes, this is Rob. Yes, my heart was in my throat. Yes, he could have died. He LOVES these pictures.