Rovinj from the Adriatic
On Sunday afternoon, we drove from Plitvice Lakes through the lush and rolling countryside of the Lika-Karlovac and Kvarner regions into the Italian influenced Istrian peninsula to the far western coastal town of Rovinj, Croatia. As the official navigator, I used the National Tourist Board’s fantastic map as my guide to scenic routes and as a result, our drive took nearly 8 hours. But that was a good thing because we saw the most beautiful scenery and had a very peaceful drive. The primary roads throughout the country have been exceptional. Most of them are 2-lane undivided low-speed highways that climb up mountains and descend into river valleys. At the larger cities, they often skirt around the edges to avoid traffic while they zig zag through the smaller towns. The roads are also very sparsely populated. This may be a factor of it being low tourist season, but I suspect not.
Croatia Road Map
Our driveÂ through the Lika-Karlovac regionÂ was quiet, misty, and beautiful. Farm houses dotted the lush landscape, but in between were concrete and terra-cotta brick buildings that were abandoned, half complete, or dilapidated. After reading through several Wikipedia articles about Croatia’s Homeland War, I understand that this region was contended shortly afterÂ Croatia became an independent nation in 1991, and contains several battleÂ sites between the Croats and SerbsÂ before the warÂ ended in 1995.
This is the first time I have ever been in a country that did not exist when I was born much lessÂ an area that was a battlefieldÂ during my lifetime. I remember hearing Yugoslavia mentioned in the news, but I never understood what happened, and I honestly had never heard ofÂ Croatia until a couple years ago, more than 20Â years after the country’s independence.
Understanding this deepensÂ my perception of the people I have met and enhances the beauty I have seen. I appreciate that this area of the world has been prosperous and thriving for hundredsÂ of yearsÂ longer than my country, but the most recent scars are much fresher. People I am seeing every day lived through conflict that I cannot imagine. Their family members were likely involved in some way, and their neighbors and friends could have been displaced. Their country is a young nation with a rich history, and I’m grateful for the chance to see it as it reinvents itself.
Small town Croatia
Abandoned train side building
Medium town Croatia
Nik’s in Lokve
Omladinsko Jezero (Young Lake)
The inland area of Istria (which was part of Italy until the 1940’s), is very similar to Tuscany. Subtle hills are topped with small hill-towns and the slopes are covered with vineyards and olive groves. The roads wind through the farmland and my jaw continued to drop at every bend. It also helped thatÂ as we drove west, the weather continued to get better and better.
The photos I have and the drive through these regions do not do them justice. There are many roads we did not drive and many villages we did not walk, so they areÂ added to the growing list of places that we need to explore more.
Ruins & Blue Skies
The hill town of Buzet
Next time, I’ll actually visit Montovun
As we reached the Adriatic Sea inÂ Umag near the SlovenianÂ border, the strangest thing happened. The beautiful and quaint countryside with lush rolling hills turned into a coastline that felt like a mid-level Southern (as in Tennessee, Georgia, North Carolina, etc.) state park with Caribbean all-inclusive resorts and ItalianÂ medieval towns scattered about the seaside of whiteÂ pebble beaches andÂ the clearest blueÂ seaÂ I have ever seen. Just inland of these, brightly painted Thai style concrete apartment buildings withÂ view balconies were mixed with suburban shopping centers and Texas roadside Bar-b-Que restaurants including open wood fires with whole lambs on the spit. I guess I expected this coast to be more like Santorini or Cinque Terre. Surprisingly, I was glad that it wasn’t. Instead of elite, it wasÂ common. It is a place I can imagine my family being comfortable, and it is a place where families from all over Europe (mostly Germany) spend their summers. They reserve a campsite or condo from May 30th until September 1st, and it is their home away from home. I read somewhere that within family groups, the adult couples each take a week or so at camp while the kids stay all summer. Now that would be a great way to hang out with your cousins!
I didn’t really take many photos of this phenomenal coastline, but it was intriguing enough that Nik and I decided to stay at a campground as our next stop!
Our first sighting of the Adriatic Sea since Venice
Once we made it toÂ Rovinj, it was the quaint little Italian seaside village we expected. Our apartment was within the pedestrian-only protected old town on a small cobblestone seaside street, and we parked our car and didn’t use it for our entire 3 day stay. From our windows, we could hear the chatter from cafes, andÂ couldn’t quite see the water so we often took theÂ 2 minute walk from our front door to the rocky coast to watch the sunset or the just the sea. We were also within walking distance toÂ Park Å¡uma Zlatni Rt (Forest Park Golden Cape), so we took a 10 mile walk along the seaside pathÂ that was dotted with beaches with varying degree of seclusion before picking a rocky spot to sunbath. On our final day there, we took a boat ride that circled a few of the smaller islands near the coast. It was worth the fee just to take photos of the town from the sea, but otherwise the boat ride was fairly uneventful.
For us, the three days we spent on the Istrian coast was plenty, and I can’t imagine spending much more than that unless I was camping with a large group. I can imagine spending a lot more time in inland Istria though.
Old streets are the best
I’ve always wanted to see this kind of swimming in person
Windows & Succulents
A full marina
Little Boat | Clear Water
The Delphin Vessel
For more info…
Croatia Tourist Board Brochures including the Road Map
Favorite Rovinj Restaurant: Tipico
Our AirBnB Croatia Wishlist
Nik’s Blog: Three Days in Rovinj