|Mostar, across the Neretva River|
Post breakfast, and my short exploration of the neighborhood, we were off driving south of Togir on our way to Dubrovnik. As we drove along, a map was scrutinized and Jo said she'd been told by a local that we'd be crazy to not visit Mostar, which required entering yet another country. Mostar was only a song and a dance up the road from the freeway we were on. No arguments to the contrary from me. Soon we faced the international border to Bosnia Herzegovina.
When we reached the window, we obediently handed over our passports to the crossing guard. He eyed them idly, then attempted to hand them back.
"NO! STAMP THEM! STAMP THEM!" shrieked to eager traveling women.
|The International Border to Bosnia Herzegovina|
|The 14th century castle of Počitelj aka 'the Citadel'|
|Cute countryside church|
|Bombed out or just wrecked?|
|A little public square protesting|
Must admit, the walk was pretty.
|The atmosphere was pleasant|
|Lots of 'Mostar' silk was for sale|
|The cobblestones were quite a challenge to walk on|
|The Gelato was as tasty as it was pretty|
|Irrigated farmlands stretched out as far as we could see|
|Lots of fresh and dried fruits|
|Honeys of all sorts, pomegranates, dried figs, nuts and fresh grapes and lemons|
|Samples of candied fruits & nuts - I hate candied citrus peel but their's was so good I bought a bag|
|Oils, suffused with rosemary and other herbs|
|Headed south to Dubrovnik|
|Our darling Villa Host playing with Jo|
It took a bit of GPSing to make our way to the Villa Odak where we are booked. The villa is high up on a cliff overlooking the Adriatic sea. Parking seemed dicey so Jo fetched out host, a tall gentlemen with a sunny smile. He unlocked a huge bow shaped metal bar that blocked anyone parking without permission. Then, he carried our luggage to our room, or rather, our suite. We were both grateful he did the lugging as there lots of stone stairs down, then steps up to the villa. Yay! I do not enjoy hauling luggage up and down stairs.
|The dining room in the Villa, facing the patio overlooking the sea|
|This is the other view from the dining room, pointing to the entrance and the stairs up to our suite|
|Half of my enormous, vault ceiling room|
|Jo trying to look tiny in her not-as-large but still awesome room|
|Our Suite's cute Kitchenette|
From my room I could hear persistan chirping. Outside were hundreds of swifts gliding and calling as they had their last hunt for insects before nightfall. It wasn't only the swifts that were in want of a meal. Jo and I got the scoop from our host on where to eat and we headed out and downhill on foot.
|On our left the Adriatic, on our right, the stone wall and walkway downhill (or up!)|
|Down the hill is a view of the old Dubrovnik - can you see the Khaleesi on the parapet?|
At the little restaurant we ate on the patio. We were daring in our choice of meals. I had a special wedding beef served with gnocchi. Looked dreadful, tasted wonderful. Jo had a meat 'sampler' plate of different types of sausages and meat cuts served with French fries, and she said it was pretty good too.
|This is what the beautiful walk downhill looked like on the way back up|
|View of Lokrum Island from the Villa back patio|