A few months back when Hanna announced she was packing up to move to the Croatian paradise of Split, at first I was sad…then excited to have such an exotic place to visit a friend! Who ever gets to move out to Split in their lifetime? Not many. So a crew of us girls packed up for a week to escape the drastic nosedive weather of London and spend a week in the sun.
We opted for a couple of nights in Split and then five nights on Brač, a massive island about an hour off the coast. Boasting the Zlatni Rat beach which features on almost every tourism brochure and advertisement for Croatia, Brač and Bol (the town where we stayed) is true paradise. I can’t describe how beautifully clear and blue the water is except to say it’s like swimming in jewels. For this reason it is normally crawling with tourists. In the off season when we decided to visit however, it was only crawling with cats.
On the plus side it meant we had the whole sunny beach (nay island!) to ourselves, thousands of cats to chase, LOTS of peace and quiet and hardly any naked old Europeans hanging around. On the other hand we were limited to less than a handful of restaurants (albeit with very very good seafood), very windy evenings and no young people to befriend. We certainly made the most of the serenity and quickly fell into a daily routine of crêpes, beach, lunch, tanning, snacks, cat patting, napping and dinner. I even squeezed a few jogs into the daily mayhem!
All in all it was very much a ‘chicken soup for the soul’ holiday and I benefited from some forced rest and relaxation, two activities that are definitely not usually my forté.
Please enjoy a million photos of cats and beaches.