Being the northernmost arm of the Mediterranean, the beaches along the Adriatic Sea are usually made up of pebbles of various sizes and often have rocks for lounging instead of white sand. I have to say, it’s grown on me. It just feels like the Mediterranean I imagined years and years ago, which was heavily influenced by Slim Aarons photographs.
For me, there’s just something special about jumping off cliffs into the crystal clear sea, climbing out (via a haphazard ladder or old stone stairs if you’re lucky), then lounging on smooth rocks to dry off, before retreating to a warm towel and a thick book. The whole scene will forever have a place in my heart.
If you agree with me and love a setup like that one, you’d really like Split. I mean, besides it being the cutest town, and the whole thing smelling of lavender in the summer, is there anything better than time spent in a place soaked in sunshine? (The answer here is no.)
Since we weren’t sure if we were going to spend another week in Split or if we’d move on, I kept treating each thing as if it was the last time I’d see it.
Darling cats sleeping in the sun? Freak out and photograph incessantly.
Palm trees fluttering and streets filled with bougainvillea? Stare for an hour.
Pink house with blue shutters? Fill up the camera roll.
Water so blue it looks photoshopped? Must. Jump. In.
The cheekiest of street signs? Let’s see how many photos one person can take.
That’s the nature of this constantly moving thing, you find places you really love, but you know you have to eventually move on. If you stayed, you’d probably find out things that taint that love a bit and run the risk of ruining the dream. So, for now, I’ll just keep Split as a perfect little image, boxed up in my mind, ready and waiting for the next time I’m knee deep in the winter blues.