FLASHBACK: Dubrovinik, Croatia

Picture of me on Dubrovinik's cool city wall

Hands down, one of my favorite places in all of Europe is the Dalmation Coast. I truly loved Croatia. It is cheap, beautiful, and fun. Picture a rougher version of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants: rocky hills covered with quaint white houses, handsome men, and pure cerulean water charmed me within first moments of my arrival.

There are many opportunities to jump off of cliffs with the sun set in the background.

As winter fast approaches, I daydream about returning to the beaches; well, the sand feels "like powder" as our hostess told us on a daily basis. For any free-spirited travelers.....just in case you feel so inclined: the Croatians fully embrace nudity on their beaches.

The night of terror/hilarity/wearing everything I own

The disembarkation from Croatia really stands out as one of the funniest moments in my recent history. I will not go into prolific details of the evening, which included Katharine and my reenactment of the peasants on the Titanic and the old Croatian ladies cat-fighting over a seat. Needless to say, we were frozen and craffing and sad to leave the coasts of Croatia. Mark my words: Croatia, my love, I will return.