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To the Other Side of the World

A mere 27-hour trek, and here I am, on the other side of the world. The enervating humidity hit me like a wet sock, but who’s complaining, when the alternative is New England in January?

I’m doing one of my occasional gigs as the trip manager for a photography expedition — actually two groups back-to-back. We’re staying at a peaceful place called Alam Indah, where the only sounds you hear day or night are frogs, lizards and monkeys, along with assorted other unknown tropical creatures. There will be nine attendees in the first group and ten in the second, along with my partner in crime, Shelly, our photographer leader.

This morning we met with our local guide, Nyoman, who will take us everywhere. He is an amazing photographer, which is a real bonus, as he won’t treat us like tourists. The price to be paid will be getting up at zero-dark-thirty a couple of days to capture sunrises at the beach and the rice fields.

Otherwise I spent the day catching up on sleep and reading while listening to the rain and not-too-distant rumbles of thunder. Blood pressure reading must be 60/40. The photos below I took with my phone as I walked around getting my bearings. Shelly and I walked to town for dinner along a road next to the Sacred Monkey Forest right next door — we saw dozens of monkeys, but it was too dark to take pictures. We’ll have plenty of opportunities over the next two weeks though. In town we fell upon a restaurant called Monkey Legend with quite an eclectic menu: Indian, vegan, Tex-Mex, Balinese, burgers, pizza and more — something for everyone, and the food was excellent.

First impressions are how warm and relaxed people here are, but still the hotel staff quickly respond to anything we need. And two weeks without TV — what a gift!

A Special Sendoff

It’s nearly two months since we left beautiful Croatia, and I’m finally getting around to wrapping up this series of posts.

It was sad to leave lovely Opatije. I could have stayed another week just walking the Promenade, taking the sun on the rocks and ducking out to visit the picturesque towns of the Istrian Riviera — not to mention devouring more white truffle pasta. But our final drive back to Venice was not without excitement.

Once back in Italy, we stopped for our farewell lunch at Agriturismo Lunardelli, a family wine-making enterprise. Luigi, patriarch of the family, greeted us warmly and poured glasses of the best moscato I’ve ever had: refreshing and not too sweet. We toured the winery before lunch, and Luigi treated us to an impromptu concert (scroll to the bottom).


Roberta, Luigi’s daughter, is the chef, and what a delectable meal we had! Antipasti of cheeses and homemade salumi, a perfect Caprese salad and gnocchi with pumpkin, sage and a hint of Gorgonzola. I could have eaten that gnocchi all day and into the night.  After multiple desserts and coffee, we trundled back into the car and made our way to Marco Polo International Airport, where we said tearful goodbyes to Ivana and Livio, who took such good care of us this week.

What a satisfying trip this was: for Jama, her first visit to Venice, and for both of us our maiden voyage to Croatia, a place to which we’d love to return and explore. And here’s Luigi, who as a boy wanted to be an opera singer, but his father didn’t approve. So he uses the wonderful acoustics of the winery to make his magic.

And so to the next adventure. Watch this space in January… or before.

A Walk to Opatije

Our walk this morning began in Mošćenice, a tiny village perched on a hillside on the east coast of the peninsula, where we were greeted by the mayor’s wife, who runs a little shop. Wandering the narrow, winding streets, we came upon a shop selling grappa, and had ourselves a morning pick-me-up. But this wasn’t the fiery liquid we associate with the name; rather, these two varieties were flavored with lemon and honey.  Grappa for Breakfast

A small museum offered an interesting snapshot of long-ago life here.

This medieval village is in two parts: the old town commands the heights and was the original fortified city, while Mošćenice Draga, the lower town, overlooks a crystal clear, stony Adriatic beach.

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Moscenice DragaBeach at Moscenice

After a brief exploration of the lower town, we picked up the Promenade, locally known as the Lungomare,  for our beautiful walk to Opatije, where we would spend the next two nights.

This area is known as the Croatian Riviera, and once you glimpse the clear teal waters of the Adriatic, the reason is clear. In the late 1800s Opatije was officially designated a climatic health resort, and many of the gracious villas were converted to sanitariums or guest houses.

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Clinging Tree   Stone Piles Along Promenade-2

Opatije ArchitectureRocky Cliff

Our walk to dinner afforded a lovely view back to Opatije and a stroll among fabulous graffiti portraits.

Looking Back on Harbor

Kažuns and Roman Ruins

In a rocky field along the highway, we stopped to  examine the ancient stone huts built by farmers and shepherds to provide shelter when they were in their fields. These structures, called kažuns, reminded me of similar huts, called bories, that I saw outside of Gordes, in Provence.

Next stop, Pula, and a walk through its well-preserved Roman arena from the 1st century. The city lies on the southernmost tip of the Istrian peninsula, and, like Rome, has seven hills.


Our walk today is in the Brijuni Islands, so we took the short ferry over from Fažana. There are more than a dozen islands in this small archipelago, the largest  Veliki Brijun, famous as the summer residence of Marshal Josep Brož Tito, who ruled Yugoslavia post-World War II. He had a famous love for films, and hosted many movie stars of the era, like Sophia Loren, Elizabeth Taylor and Gina Lollobrigida, as well as nearly 100 foreign heads of state. Though nominally a Communist leader, Tito was a maverick in his time, spurring the creation of the Non-Aligned Group, a collection of countries opposed to the Cold War. For over forty years the island was closed to the public, but now several hotels and restaurants welcome tourists.

The walk led us through a forested former stone quarry, giving out on a huge field, on one side of which was a 1st century Roman villa facing a tranquil Adriatic bay.

One indication of the wealth and stature of the villa owners is the Temple of Love, above left. Livio assured us sitting by the column would bring love for the rest of our lives, so I bought it.


A short distance from the villa was an excavated village, some of the houses about the size of rooms in the villa.


Saying farewell to Brijuni, we ferried off to meet Ivana and drive to our final stop of the day, the Meneghetti Wine Hotel, where Livio gave us a lesson on how to buy and taste olive oil, and even drink it for health. One is supposed to experience four flavors as the oil is sucked into the mouth and swallowed: first fruity, then green, then bitter, then spicy. Oh, and it must be purchased in small bottles of dark glass. While we didn’t taste Meneghetti’s wine, we did admire the lovely Relais & Chateau property.

By the time we returned from dinner we had walked about 9.5 miles….

Along the Railroad Trail

We started this morning’s walk in Završje, once a bustling town along the narrow-gauge railway running from Poreč to Trieste and now home to only about 40 souls. The railway, built during the Austro-Hungarian Empire period of Croatia’s history, stopped running in 1935, the tracks were pulled up and a walking trail, called the Parenzana, was created. The trail runs along a ridge, affording expansive views of olive groves and vineyards below and hilltop villages in the distance.


A 2 ½ hour walk led us to Grožnjan, once a Venetian fortress and now an important art colony. After lunch we browsed through the tiny shops perched on crooked cobblestone streets, appreciating both the 14th century architecture and the views from hidden corners.

Leaving Grožnjan, we made our way to Livio’s friend Nicola, a truffle hunter in a nearby town. Meeting and loving up on his three truffle-hunting dogs, Nero, Donna and Hruna, we trekked into the forest to see what they might find.

Back in Rovinja, we returned to the port in time for the sunset, and twisted our way through the streets of Old Town to a wonderful restaurant perched on the cliffside overlooking the sea, Puntulina.

Welcome to Croatia!

The road from Venice to the Istrian Peninsula winds through tiny Slovenia, and during a coffee break Livio pointed out where First Lady Melania comes from. Jama, aka Vanna, helpfully shows us.JuXs5eyqRfK9gkn7ntNHcQ

But enough about politics. Once through the border checkpoint (Slovenia is part of the EU, Croatia is not a full member yet — complicated), a short drive took us to the Kozlovic Winery for a grand tasting of Valle, Malvasia, Teran and Muskat on a terrace overlooking the vineyards and a castle ruin.




Malvasia became my new favorite white wine, and the Teran was a delicious red.

A short walk took us to the restaurant Stari Podrum, snuggled amid olive trees, where we had amazing pasta with white truffles for lunch — the first of many truffle dishes we would have during our time in Istria. I can still smell its unmistakable earthiness, and the flavor lingers in my memory.


Today’s history lesson came at Poreč, a UNESCO World Heritage Site for its Euphrasius Basilica. The original parts of the building date from the 6th century, but additions and modifications were made up through the 18th. The mosaics are stunning, especially at the entrance.


Inside there are well-preserved remnants of mosaics, and the apse in the church is a stunning masterpiece depicting the Annunciation and the Visitation.





I always have a hard time getting my head around 1500 year-old pieces of art, regardless of the medium.

In the old town there are ancient Roman ruins and the remains of the city wall.


By late afternoon we had reached Rovinj and the marvelous Hotel Lone, our base for the next three nights. We’ve immediately taken to Livio, who is from Istria himself and is eager to reveal his country to us. We arranged this walking trip through Classic Journeys, and learned a couple of months before we left that, despite there usually being 12-14 people on this itinerary, Jama and I would be the only travelers. So we essentially have a private guide and driver (the wonderful Ivana) for the next six days!OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA





We walked into old town Rovinj to enjoy dinner overlooking the busy harbor.fullsizeoutput_262f

After walking a total of 24 miles in the three days before we started our walking trip, today’s 5 miles seemed like a stroll.



Last Images of Venice

On Sunday we met up with Livio, our guide for our walking tour of the Istrian Peninsula of Croatia. But before we say goodbye to Venice, here are a few images from our walks through the city.

San Giorgio Maggiore on its own island… A gigantic pizza in a shop window



A mask shop…

And rush hour at the Bridge of Sighs…