All the world appears to mill around Gatwick. The stress is obvious, the security a necessity, the patience of everyone varied, the wait tedious.
It’s with great relief we settle into our seats on the plane knowing that, on our arrival in Split, we will be met by Mr V, the taxi driver, kindly arranged for us by the owners of the apartment where we will be staying in Okrug Gornji.
We are met there by Bozena, the owner’s representative who, despite having to wait for us to arrive over an hour late, due to the delay of the flight (it is past eleven at night), greets us with a wide smile, picks up my suitcase and almost runs up the thirty-two stairs to our pent house apartment. A quick tour around, helpfully explaining the air conditioning, shutters and lights and off she goes.
We go out onto the balcony and wonder at the vast expanse of lights reflecting on the sea below us
The sun, pouring through the window, wakes me at 5.30am.
I pull up the shutters in the living area and go out onto the balcony. Below, the red roofs of the houses contrast with the stark white walls. The clumps of trees that intersperse them, soften the lines of the whole village.The sun lights up the sea, revealing the shifts, the currents, in the expanse of water. In the distance I can see the mainland and the various blue-grey hills of the islands around us with the stretches of dark trees and pale shingle-edged inlets.
Too much beauty not to share. I wake my husband
Our holiday begins with a stroll down through the narrow streets to the Mali Raj restaurant for a tasty and nutritious breakfast (this is a restaurant recommended many times in the apartments’ visitors book and we are to have most meals here throughout the week. None disappoint.)
Then a short stroll down to the harbour and a walk along the beach path. people smile, greet us, are friendly.
A lazy day that ends with a glass of wine and a glorious sunset.
Read Part 2 here.