Location: Split, Croatia

S: Today was another glorious day of relaxation. We slept for a long time, which we were grateful for, and then set out into the ever-present street market in Split. This market is rows and rows of jewelry, food, clothes, trinkets and souvenirs. Each of us found new pieces of jewelry we loved, Meghan a silver and blue bracelet, me a pearl bracelet and Maddie a silver anklet. Maddie found a romper as well after we had a few good laughs about some of the other available clothing. We bought a bunch of fresh veggies and fruits, and nuts and berries and took all of our loot over to the other side of the city towards a rock beach.

M: On the way to the beach we stopped for a banana SPLIT, for obvious reasons. It had hazelnut ice cream, which was a very welcome surprise. When we eventually meandered over to the beach, we sat there and watched the waves come in for hours eating our fresh goodies. At the market I picked up some kind of mysterious, prickly fruit. They are small, round and pink mango sherbet coloured. I was very unsure how to go about eating them so I peeled the first one, but after that I just went for the whole thing. They taste sweet but I can’t quite describe the flavour. With Savanna’s dislike of fruit, I basically had to force feed her. She was not impressed at all and made a face like she’d had Buckley’s cold medicine. We asked a few different Croatians what these mystery fruits are called, but none of them could really give us an answer. It’s all still a little unclear.

For dinner, we found a little noodle box place and ate on the seaside promenade. Sitting outside with the fresh sea air never gets old. I could have stayed there and watched the people and the stars all night, but we had plans to go meet up with a girl we met in Budapest, Amanda, and her friends for a few drinks.

S: We made our way over to the backpacker bar called Charlie’s, this tiny little underground bar with crazy lights and happy hour. Which is actually happy 9 hours, as it goes from noon till 9 pm everyday. How can you even call that happy hour?! That’s just ‘unhappy hour’ at 9 pm! Though we were certainly still just as happy when 9 pm rolled around. It was awesome to see Amanda again, and her friends were so much fun for the evening. We all eventually parted ways and spent the next couple of hours walking around the streets of Split joking and laughing and having a wonderful time.

S&M