Bottles and blue in Oprtalj
This olive grove with a view is my favourite escape
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!
What do you think of my homemade wreath? #readyforchristmas
Woke up to a surprise this morning!
Beautiful details are everywhere. You just have to notice them.
Donkeys used to be used in this hilly terrain to transport crops and tools from fields to the village and back. They seem to have a much easier life these days!
The village is framed by autumn colours at this time of year
A cafe with a view in Split #marjan #dalmatia
The rain finally cleared in Split #split #dalmatia
Blue and turquoise
Yup dogs have their own beaches in Croatia!
Vegan platter at #maskovicahan A creation by chef Mara Zeyen.
At 780 metres, Vidova Gora on Brač island is the highest point in the Adriatic islands. From here there are panoramic views of neighbouring Hvar Island and famous Zlatni Rat beach below #dalmatianislands
Hvar in the low season #dalmatianislands
After the sunrise pic this morning, here's today's sunset #outsidemywindow #dalmatianislands
Early morning ferry to Ploče #dalmatianislands
Pastel façade in Korčula's old town
I can't resist climbing up bell towers. The view is always worth it! This was taken from St. Mark's Cathedral in Korčula Town, Korčula Island.
The ID cards issued to foreigners living at the reception centre in Latina #migrantstories
100,000 people transited through what was called the refugee camp here in Latina (65 km south of Rome) between 1957 and 1989. From here they emigrated to Canada, the US or Australia. Today the former camp is taken over by the university. My parents lived on the upper floor of the building in the second photo for eight months. #migrantstories
And here's the photo I mentioned in my previous post! #50yearsago #migrantstories
Today we're in Latina where my parents arrived 50 years ago and lived in a reception centre for people fleeing communist regimes in eastern Europe. Though they spent eight months here my father didn't remember much of the city centre. But I immediately recognised this fountain from an old photo I have of him sitting in front of this same fountain. #migrantstories
50 years ago my parents took the train from Pazin to Trieste where they stayed in a reception centre for a month before being sent to a refugee centre in Latina. This morning my father and I took the same 100-km-long journey by bus (the train doesn't run anymore) crossing the Croatia-Slovenia border on the way. 50 years ago this border did not exist. At the time Trieste was not only at the edge of the border between Italy and Yugoslavia but also the gateway to the West. #migrantstories
Live from my walk #nofilter #crappyphonecamera #istra #terramagica
50 years ago today my parents got married here at the main church in the village. My mother was 19 and my father 23. Just a few weeks later they would leave for good, crossing the border into Italy where they lived while their visas for immigration to Canada were processed. Next week I'll be following their trajectory. #migrantstories
This is what my lunch looked like at #veganspek newly opened in Zagreb.
There's no shortage of charming cafés in Zagreb #slowtraveller