The day began when I woke up at 6 a.m. in Split and couldn’t get back to sleep so I got up and perused the internet until 7 a.m. and the gentle rain turned to bursting thunder and lightning and then a downpour.
I thought the ferry ride may be cancelled, until a kind couple from Japan came into the kitchen and he looked up on the website for the ferry company’s email address. He sent off a question and it returned with the answer, that it would be ‘full steam ahead.’
A lovely young lady from Denver University who stayed in my room with her friend, both on leave from a student program in Israel, helped me get my luggage down the stairs.
I was early so I rolled my bag to a “fast-food” kiosk across from the harbor and purchased a burek. I was told that those were delicious and that I must have one while in Croatia. It was about three types of cheese in a pastry wrap, and then deep fried. I think there were about one thousand calories in it.
When Norma, Gail and I, and about fifty other folks got off the ferry, in Komiza, we climbed aboard a bus and rode through trees and vineyards until we reached the top of a hill and then looked down to the village of Vis.