The weather hates me. From pouring rain in Mostar, we arrived to a relentless drizzle in Dubrovnik.
Getting to the Old Town and finding the guest house we wanted to stay in wasn't hard. But when five minutes of hammering down the door drew no response, we started having a sinking feeling that looking for accommodation without any prior booking wasn't so smart after all. It's early Saturday evening, and the town was dead. Where IS everyone?
I dug through my coat pockets for other accommodation options...and drew out crumpled balls of paper that are almost in mush. We could barely make out the directions - I'd forgotten to write down the address or phone number; you'd wonder how I made it to university - but decided to chance it anyway.
It turned out to be a jackpot with this one: the Papa ushered us into their home without as much of a blink of surprise upon our unannounced arrival. The Mama fussed over our cold hands, steered us to the dining table, then set a plate of cookies and wee silver goblets filled with home-made slivovka in front of us.
This is unlike any hostel stay that I've experienced, and I liked it.
Dubrovnik is pretty. Pretty wet, that is, even on the second day. There are also more pigeons and stray cats (plus one dog) around compared to people. Seeking shelter from the rain outside the front doors of Palača Sponza meant that we had a chance of befriending them.
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| Note the Burberry-esque umbrella between the cat and the dog. It was kindly loaned to us by Mama Milka; one that didn't turn inside out or flop uselessly on one side. |
The rain finally let up on our third day. Rejoice!
Pace of life in Dubrovnik is unhurried. Rather refreshing from the hectic city life that I'm used to. It's lovely here. At the same time, having to deal with a warm 14°C compared to -13°C a mere two days ago in Sarajevo was, in my opinion, quite excellent.
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