We left Plitvice Lakes with our wallets overstretched and our systems over-processed. It was time to hit it hard on all fronts: save money, eat clean food, and write, write, write. Tyler’s been taking PHP classes and I’ve been working on all things SEO — Google Analytics, Yoast keywords, Adobe tutorials for social media and branding— you name it, I was ready to dive into it.
While we were in Plitvice the Airbnb that we had been staying in had been rented to other guests and so our host graciously asked his neighbor if we could stay in her place for three nights before returning to his.
I guess when asking for a place to stay we should have been more specific and requested an apartment and not a broom closet.
Check it: that’s a bed, kitchen table, prep counter, bathroom sink, and desk all-in-one. Sooo modernist chic, no?
Look at what my man can create, he can cook like a G anywhere anytime. Serious props 😘
Somehow we survived three days of bringing our post-vacay motivation back in the broom closet and we couldn’t be more ready to move back into Tonci’s original Airbnb by the end of it. We spent the remainder of our time in Split between writing HIIT/strength training routines and working on our Total Split assignment.
On our friend’s last night we had intended to go out for a Mediterranean feast, but neither our budget nor our waistlines were where they were supposed to be and so we opted for a Tyler-cooked meal instead. Looking forward to something like this
or perhaps something like this
we set off for the market to purchase the necessary ingredients.
We scoured the market and came up empty handed. No avocados, no cilantro, no perfect solution. By the time we realized we could change it up and prepare shrimp scampi it was much too late in the day for a fish market. In the saving grace of the day, our cheese man was back at the market again and we were able to get one last wedge! He only comes to market when he has available product and he had been MIA for the last week.
Service with a smile…
Little known fact, the fish market is the only place you can buy fish in Split…aside, I guess, from begging for it raw from a restaurant; and yes… we considered it!
The only substitution available for this Asian turned scampi dish was broccoli….seriously, broccoli??
The chef’s thoughts on his choice of ingredients and knife selection made very clear…
We had a rather interesting hodgepodge farewell dinner for our friend Kat and then counted our losses and hit Sanctuary bar for cocktails where we had a surprisingly great time dubbing over the words to a stellar 1990’s classic Croatian film. Is this something everyone does? I had never killed time this way before, but once you get going it’s really, really funny.
Tell me how you can say no to $3.50 snifters of Grand Marnier…just try it, I bet you can’t!
We were filling so much into our days that time was flying and somewhere around midnight Friday night we realized that we didn’t have five more nights as we thought…tomorrow was Saturday and Sunday was our last night! As I looked around the um, very lived in apartment, and thought of all that I still wanted to do around the city I realized that these next to days were about to be jam-packed.
We awoke Saturday and Sunday at 6am and it gave us the spark we needed. There’s just something about waking up early where the world feels like it’s only yours. Back in the states I had gotten into the habit of rising early, but during travel we tend to workout right after we wake up, tour the city and create content during the day, and work on our site and write late into the night. Getting up anytime before 9am had been a struggle.
Yep, that’s a hairdryer down there. We may have still left a few things to the very last minute…😳
The weekend came and went, and before we knew it Monday had arrived.
Can’t some super-villain create a way to add more hours into the day, already?
We waved farewell to Split, knowing that this won’t be the last time we see it, and hopped on the bus equipped with only the essentials.
I forfeited the over half of my beer — so ready to take a nap — but a certain little shit in the seat next to me would not leave me the hell alone. Poking and prodding, yammering and festering, I should have known to be suspicious when I heard silence 🙄
Bosnia’s only stretch of coastline, just 20 kilometers (12.4 miles) wide, smack in the middle of the route from Split to Dubrovnik.
As we were pulling into Dubrovnik, I checked my email and — hell yes! — Tyler and I were on assignment again. The topic was Split vs Dubrovnik in a head-to-head battle. We knew we had already fallen in love with Split, but Dubrovnik was said to have its own set of treasures.
Meet our new neighbor! He likes lettuce, but LOVES bananas 🍌🐢
Looks like Dubrovnik is off to a good start!