This is one of my favourite photos from our recent trip to the Balkans. I snapped it when our boat slowed as we neared the docks in Dubrovnik. There’s not much to the shot. Mostly sea and sky. And in between, a few people on benches, on a long narrow breakwater. They are doing various things: sipping a mid-morning coffee, chatting, eating, embracing, and gazing out to sea. What they are doing is not earth shattering, nor exciting, nor adventurous. Okay, maybe the couple caught in mid-smooch are having a torrid extra-martial affair, or the pair unpacking their lunch are really assessing the haul from an early morning bank robbery. But I doubt it.

What they are doing is what we love to do when we travel. Pack a lunch, stop for a mid-morning coffee, chat with each other and with people we meet. Slow down. Gaze out at the view. Breath.

breakwater on the harbour in Old Dubrovnik.
Love this scene of people on the breakwater in Dubrovnik Harbour.

As I’ve said many times before, Hubby and I find we are better able to do more chatting, gazing, and breathing when we travel if we chart our own course. Plan our own trip, going where we want, when we want, and mostly driving ourselves. So on a sunny, crisp morning after we bade Trogir a fond farewell, we made tracks south to Dubrovnik and Cavtat.

It seemed funny to us that we had to cross into Bosnia-Herzegovina briefly and out again to get to the southern most part of Croatia. Border crossings are always a little clutchy for me. I know I must look guilty of some terrible offense. That’s probably because I’m holding my breath.

Gone are the days when as children we sat smiling in the backseat of the car as my grandmother blithely chatted with the Canadian border guard, knowing that he knew darn well we kids were sitting there in our newly purchased in the U.S. back-to-school clothes. Ha. Cross-border shopping was always a “wink, wink, knowing look, knowing look” kind of thing in New Brunswick. These days, I’m no longer so unruffled by border crossings.

When we arrive back in Zagreb in a week or so, with lots of border crossings under our belt, our passports having been stamped numerous times, we will be well used to the drill. But on this day we were a bit tentative, watching carefully for signs, worried that we’d drive into a wrong lane, do the wrong thing, arouse suspicion… whatever.

road between Dubrovnik and Cavtat, Croatia
Beautiful drive from Trogir down to the Dubrovnik area. Lots of hills and borders.

The four days we spent in Cavtat near Dubrovnik were designed to allow us time to breath. And I’m not talking about holding our breath at the border. We hadn’t been exactly running madly off in all directions or anything. But we did need an extra day to do laundry, cook our own meals, and one day, for me anyway, to not do much of anything.

I spent that day shuttling between our tiny balcony and the laundry room across the hall from our studio apartment. I happily put my feet up, read my book, drank tea, blogged about our stay in Slovenia, and watched the very loud planes fly over our building on their way to the Dubrovnik airport.

in the flight path
Room with a view. Ha.

While we were in Cavtat we took a boat across the bay to Dubrovnik. Old Dubrovnik is beautiful. Historic. And really interesting. We’d been warned that, like Venice, it can get very crowded, especially when there are several cruise ships in port. I’d checked out this website which helped us to choose the best day to visit. But it was pretty crowded anyway, despite there being only a couple of cruise ships in port. Especially when we walked the old city walls. Still, if we looked the other way, tried not to get carried along with the flow of people, and stopped when we wanted, other than having to duck the occasional selfie-stick, it wasn’t that bad.

view coming into the harbour of Old Dubrovnik.
Dubrovnik as we arrive.

In his guide book Rick Steves says that travellers like us who hate crowds might want to try some attitude adjustment. “The maritime republic of Dubrovnik has always been a crossroads of merchants, sailors, and other travellers from around the world. While today they may be following their tour guides’ numbered paddles rather than trading exotic spices, the legions of visitors are still part of the city’s tapestry.” Our attitude duly adjusted, we tried to be sanguine about the crowds, and we enjoyed our day in Dubrovnik. Mostly we wandered. Walked the walls. Visited a couple of museums. Stopped for coffees and a snack in a café down one of the small alleys away from the main square. And strolled down to the harbour to catch the boat back to Cavtat.

view of the rooftops of Old Dubrovnik.
Up on the roof… of Dubrovnik.
Views from the walls around Old Dubrovnik.
Lovely view of the harbour from the old city walls.
Parking can be a nightmare in Old Dubrovnik.
This is why we caught the boat from Cavtat. Parking in Dubrovnik can be a nightmare.
lots of tourists in Old Dubrovnik.
Dubrovnik was more crowded than we’ve become accustomed to on this trip.
view of old Dubrovnik
Boat ride back to Cavtat.

The next day we were back on the road, for a day trip into Montenegro. More border crossings, a short ferry ride going and coming back, and a lot of driving. Much of it a bit hairy. But we like hairy roads wherever we are. Montenegro is very different from Croatia. More rugged. Less pristine. Obviously poorer. And from everything we’ve read, it seems Montenegro is a country still struggling to define itself, still beleaguered by outside influences.

Ferry in Montenegro
A short ferry ride. We love ferries.

Since we only had the one day to explore Montenegro, we decided to give the old town of Kotor a miss, opting instead to drive the mountain road above the Bay of Kotor into the interior to Njeguši and Cetinje. This drive was described in our Rick Steves guide book, and he was right, it did not disappoint. And it is NOT for timid drivers.

steep road above the Bay of Kotor
Photos through the car window aren’t the best, but you get the idea.

The road up the mountain was one of the most challenging we’ve ever driven. A kind of combination of the single-lane roads with passing places in northern Scotland, and the mountain switchbacks we drove in Argentina. Sometimes there were stone guardrails, sometimes there were small, widely spaced stone markers, sometimes both had collapsed in a wash-out, or maybe mowed down by someone taking a more direct route down the mountain. Gad, we hoped not! Ha.

We had a few stressful moments when we encountered a dump-truck barreling around a corner straight at us. Thank goodness there was a car behind us whose driver seemed to know what to do. He backed up, we backed up, the truck advanced. It was nerve-wracking to stare at the truck driver, eye-ball to eye-ball, while all this was going on. After two or three spurts of backing up, the road widened slightly. More of a bulge, actually. And we were able to squeeze as close to the small stone markers on the edge of the cliff as we dared. The truck driver inched by us on the mountain side. And I do mean inch… missing us by what seemed like no more then an inch, but probably was.

Phew. We could breath again. Hubby said in a shaky voice, “You know, Suz, I don’t know how many more of these roads I have in me.” We decided to continue on for a few more switchbacks, and if his heart rate didn’t come back down (and mine, I might add,) we’d turn around (if we could) and go back the way we’d come.

steep road above the Bay of Kotor
Round and round, and back and forth. The screen on the GPS is a mass of pink squiggles.

We didn’t turn around, as it happens, and the view from the top was magnificent. My pictures do not do justice to the long, long drop down to the Bay of Kotor.

looking down on the Bay of Kotor
The Bay of Kotor is a long, long way down there.

We stopped at a wonderful restaurant at the top, but despite the beautiful day and the magnificent view, Hubby was in no mood to linger over his coffee. He was too worried about what the road ahead might bring. So after a few minutes, a bit reluctantly, we carried on.

summit cafe looking down on the Bay of Kotor
Coffee stop at the summit. Make his a decaf, please.

But the driving was easy on the way down and through the valley to Njeguši, past farms and fields dotted with small smokehouses. This area is famous for its smoked ham, apparently.

Njeguši, Montenegro
That string of small buildings in the field in the distance are small smokehouses.

Then we wound up, up again through high hills, and more rugged and desolate countryside. The roads though, were a piece of cake compared with our earlier experiences.

Enroute to Cetinje, Montenegro
Once we’d passed through Njeguši the road was much easier on the nerves.
Road to Cetinje, Montenegro
This part of the road really did remind us of of our drive through Northern Argentina in 2017

Before long we were back on the coast, driving off the ferry and heading for the border. I mean borders, plural… again.

Back in Cavtat, we had time for a lay down and a shower before dinner. We were heading out to a local restaurant with our new next-door neighbours from Cornwall, Craig and Stephanie. We’d been chatting with them each morning on our balconies as we drank our morning cuppa, and most evenings over a glass of wine. So on our last night we decided to go to dinner together.

waterfront in Cavtat, Croatia
The waterfront at Cavtat.

Hubby and I love meeting people when we travel. It’s funny, isn’t it, how you can be so open with people you’ve just met. Over wine and then dinner, we talked about everything: work lives, personal lives, marriage, how we each met our partners, family issues, travel experiences, politics. We covered it all. Then we paid the bill and wended our way back down the hill to our apartment. What a great evening. Just what Hubby and I needed after so much time on the road, with just the two of us.

Meeting new friends while in Cavtat, Croatia
Our new English friends Craig and Stephanie.

You know, a friend recently asked me several questions about things we might have seen on our trip. She and her husband were in Croatia a few years ago. Did we see this museum in this city? This statue or that gallery in such and such town? Uh… nope… I replied, a bit sheepishly. And for a moment I felt like a very bad traveller. A total philistine, to be honest.

And then I remembered the post I wrote last year where I talked about our travel priorities. How Hubby and I had decided to jettison certain destinations on this trip in favour of a slower pace. How we determined to no longer worry about what we should see, or must do. There would be no more shoulds. If friends said “Oh Sue, you can’t go to such and such without seeing such and such,” I’d smile and reply, “Yes, we can. And we will.”

As a result of our re-establishing our priorities last year, this trip had not been as jam packed as our trips sometimes are. We’d been doing a lot of breathing. We stayed three nights in most places we visited, with no single, overnight visits at all. But we wanted a bit longer here because of the day trip down into Montenegro. Hubby needed a break from driving for a day or two.

So, we had some much needed extra breathing space during our few days in Cavtat. Time to do nothing, which I always seem to need more than Hubby. Time to get a blog post written. To get laundry done, washed, ironed, folded, and repacked. When everything is freshly ironed and neatly folded I always feel better organized, rejuvenated, almost. It’s amazing what clean jeans can do for one’s travel attitude.

Tomorrow, repacked, rejuvenated, in clean jeans and pressed tee shirts, we would head inland, to Bosnia-Herzegovina. I very much wanted to go to Mostar.

But I’ll tell you all about that next time.

What about you my friends? Do you schedule time to breath when you travel? Or are you a high energy, maximize your time kind of person? Do tell.


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22 thoughts on “On Breathing: Croatia Part III”

  1. When I travel I plan for slower days. I travel alone so often do a tour, which is usually fast paced, but bookend with some independent travel. When traveling by myself I usually travel by train which is great for people watching. I do what pleases me not what I am “supposed” to do according to the travel guides.

  2. You’ve brought back so many memories here . Our first time there we stayed on the edge of the old town , which was usually almost empty after our early breakfast . I remember those lovely pale , shiny cobbled streets . One day we walked up & down the big hill behind the city on beautiful ancient limestone steps overhung with greenery – magical views from the little cafe at the top . We travelled about on the local buses & the road above Kotor was scary back then too . The back end of the bus hung over the cliff edge at times . Our second visit was with our ten year old nephew on his first foreign holiday ( he’s fifty now so we’re talking some time ago ) & we stayed at Cavtat. We loved that little place . There was a slight hiccup when hubby took nephew snorkeling & had to pull him out when he nearly drowned but he survived & still reminds us of his near death experience .
    Our memories are very poignant now . The dreadful war tore Yugoslavia apart , damaged the wonderful places we visited & had us wondering whatever happened to all those poor people we mingled with . So it is heartening to see your pictures of a country rebuilt . The visitors are back which must be good for the economy , something to remember when fighting through the crowds .
    So now onto Mostar , can’t wait . You are my favourite travel writer .

    1. Thanks, Wendy. Kotor must have been wonderful back then. We avoided it on our trip because of the cruise ships. Our visits here, to Dubrovnik and to Mostar were definitely coloured by our memories of listening to news stories in the 90’s about that war, and reading about it now.

  3. I love a trip to Dubrovnik and Cavtat, arriving by boat or bus is fine by me. Lunch on the quayside in Cavtat, wandering around the streets of Dubrovnik whilst eating a large ice cream and looking in shop windows…sunshine, sea, friendly people. When I win the Lottery – can’t be long now! – I’ll go regularly. See you on the dock at Dubrovnik, waving.

    1. You’d need to win the lottery to eat on the quayside in Cavtat. Our first night there, we wandered down when we first arrived to find a grocery store. But we were so hungry and tired from driving all day that the sight of a plate of food being delivered to a table on the terrace of a restaurant settled us on eating there and then, and shopping for groceries afterward. Hubby almost had a heart attack when they brought the bill. Ha. Good thing that the food was very good. 🙂

  4. Morning Sue
    We definitely do our own thing and at our own pace.
    My toes were curling with your description of your car drive…we’ve had a few of those where I melt into the floor and my hubby navigates the course. Phew!!

    1. I don’t know why but I’ve never been afraid when we’ve driven these roads. A bit pumped, maybe. But then again I’m not the one who has to do the backing up. Ha.

  5. my husband and I never do tours! we are like you, we like to take our time and not be on a schedule! we visited Paris this summer and had a good time. we did hit some of the biggies like Eifel tower, the Louvre, and Giverney and Versailles. the one tour we did take to Giverny and Versailles was not fun because we were limited on time and had a terrible guide! all in all, it was a fantastic trip! Croatia looks beautiful!

    1. I think as teachers we are really bad at doing what someone else tells us to do. If the guide is very good then it’s wonderful. If not it’s, torture. On a couple of tours guides have become exasperated with Hubby for asking too many questions they can’t answer. 🙂

  6. My MIL, in her 80s, asked me to go with her to Europe this fall (her only prior trip overseas took place in the 1960s when she spent a week visiting her brother in the military). She wanted to see Paris and to go on a river cruise. I was asked to make all the travel arrangements. Paris worked for me. The river cruise, well, definitely not my cup of tea. I’m no fan of being led around by a guide, no matter how knowledgeable. As it turned out, she wasn’t up to either Paris or the cruise, physically or otherwise. As she lives in an almost perpetual sunny clime, the rain, clouds and wind we encountered most days over the two weeks depressed the heck out of her and she simply couldn’t physically keep up the pace. I felt really sad for her. Would have been far better if I could have put together an itinerary with a slower pace and in locations more reflective of the countries we visited. Your slow journey sounds like heaven.

    1. That’s such a shame, Mary. How sad especially since she was looking forward to the trip. I’ve had friends who froze the whole time they were on a river cruise.

  7. I haven’t traveled as you do in such a long time – but it sounds lovely. I imagine I’d be halfway in between, some rushing through the crowds to see The Thing, and some breathing, following impulses, setting out salt for serendipity to come by like a deer in the night.

    Ha. You are inspiring me to wax quasi-poetic!

    1. Oh, sometimes we rush to see the thing too… if it’s a thing we really want to see. I was so excited to see all my favourite literary landmarks when we went to Paris in 2015.
      P.S. Love your quasi-poetic waxing. 🙂

  8. I couldn’t agree more! Travelling slowly is pure joy! And reading your journal about my beloved country as well
    My hat off to Stu-I was eleven years old when we visited Cetinje and I still remember the road vividly

  9. My husband and I travel much the way you and Stu do, though we have a higher interest level in cities and museums (well, at least one of us does, and since that person (moi!) happens to be the planner, I get to weave in those visits. We like to build in breathing time as well, to just wander about or sit and read if we’re travel-weary, or get a break from driving. And it’s a treat to have access to a kitchen so every meal doesn’t have to be at a restaurant.
    Our recent 17-nt trip to Sicily + Naples/Rome was wonderful, but we did have a few 1-nt stays. It worked out well, though, because we are comfortable with our travel style: we like to wake up near the main activity/site of the day and get to it early. Then lunch, nap, explore, drive, etc. We end up having super-popular sites practically to ourselves for at least an hour or more. And then, as we’re wrapping up our visit or tour around 11:00-non, the hordes of tourists are descending upon the site.

    1. When we’re in a city we do much the same thing,. Get started early, miss the crowds (hopefully), stop for coffee, then back to our accommodation for a post lunch nap and read. But I agree, early is best to avoid the crowds anywhere, but not always possible if we’re driving from a distance. I remember when we were in the north of France and I particularly wanted to go to the Canadian war monument at Vimy Ridge. We made an effort to get there early, and had the place entirely to ourselves for a half hour. So wonderful. Then were just leaving when the tour buses pulled into the parking lot.

  10. YES! When I travel now I definitely breathe, even in big cities. Last month after a couple of weeks in the French countryside (canal barging and hiking), I spent a week in Paris walking around my old favorite neighborhoods, buying and reading books, drinking coffee in cafes, speaking enthusiastically my newly acquired (terrible) French, having short and long conversations with strangers, going to dinner with new acquaintances, taking in a movie, shopping at grocery stores, getting lost and following my nose back to familiar ground again.

    BTW, I have been on that exact same road in Montenegro, had lunch at that same up-high restaurant, and took an identical photograph of a cruise ship down below in the Bay of Kotor! I thought Montenegro rocked! So gorgeous! Yes, it’s poor with minimal infrastructure, but having grown up very poor in the US deep south, places like that feel doable to me, even familiar. Although no, the topography in Mississippi is NOT like Montenegro’s. 😉

    As much as I love to travel, I’m glad to be home now digesting my latest adventures. BTW, it just began to snow here … one of the earliest first-snow days I can ever recall. It’s time to don not only a third but a fourth piece of clothing and maybe a fifth and sixth, counting gloves and a hat. 🙂

    Ann in Missouri

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