Awful name, nice place: Pula!

Yesterday, the bus from Trieste, Italy dropped us off in Pula, Croatia after a three-hour ride. We didn't have a room but managed to get digs at a beachside resort, eerily reminiscent (can you reminisce over somewhere you've never been?) of the Dirty Dancing summer camp, Hotel Park. We're close to the water (although a rocky coast) and a few kilometers out of town. First thing this morning, I headed down to the water for a soak (most lovely), then Mizz S and I breakfasted (I make up words) then we lounged near the water most the day (under shade trees during the heat of the day).

The combination of forest, beach and water is really quite beautiful.

For dinner we headed into town and had the most lovely daily special at a restaurant called Kantina. We had fresh baked Sea Bass along with roasted potatoes and a dry Croatian white wine.

Marko, our server, expertly showing us how to debone and present the fish. 

We also had dessert. And it was so lovely. Both of them. A panna cotta with fresh berry sauce touched by brandy and pears that'd been stewed in a spiced red wine, served with a soft, mild cheese. They were so lovely that we ate about half before I remembered I wanted pictures. Hmph.

The Roman arch in town as we made our way to the bus stop.

In the morning we depart for Zadar, Croatia via a five-hour ferry.