Thursday, June 7, 2012

Monday June 27, 2011

Rijeka, Croatia; Opitija, Croatia; Pula, Croatia; Rovinj, Croatia.

Up at 6:45, showers and breakfast: jumbled eggs, 5 cheeses, 4 meats, 4 wieners, juice, coffee watermelon, cantaloupe, apricots, giant black olives, 4 cereals, dried figs and raisins, croissants with a fruit-cake taste, yogurt, tomatoes, carrot salad, cabbage salad, bread. Ate until we were beyond full, then back to our bathroom...Jane used the bathroom in a vacant room.

Checked out at 9:20, at which time Jane dropped and broke her camera. Decided to climb the famous 566 *138 meters) steps to the chapel. En route, Suzanne dry-heaved an Aleve. (that's what we called it - she actually took an Aleve with no water.) We were bottle capping all the way, sweating and thirsty. Spray painted on an overlook was "She's got eyes of the bluest skies," We figured it must be about Aunt Lottie.

Finally reached the Church of St. Mary of Trsat. Pilgrims actually climb the 566 steps ON THEIR KNEES. In the chapel were many pictures and drawings, crutches which looked like they dated from the 1920s, and holy water in a drum.

We walked over to the castle and ruins. On the way we stopped to get a soda and some stamps, and Jane had to be buzzed into the soda fridge! We mailed cards to Marky Pig, the Carratos, Mom & Doo. The castle had a cafe and a fabulous overlook giving a terrific overview of the city and the bay.









We walked back down the steps to the "leaning tower," ( ) - walked around it and into the "Robin Church," as we called it ( ) - it had a pink cameo ceiling!
[ what about this stuff? ]




We left Rejika and headed for Opitija, which is at the Eastern top of the Istria. We had a hot tip to check it out, thanks to the Romanian Barber Shop couple. Opitija is renowned for the vacation villas of the Hapsburgs and other royalty. We parked and walked along the street, had flavorless ice cream, then walked along the sea-front, which was cement with stairs to the water. People were sunbathing on the man-made flat surfaces - there is no beach, just rocks. Suzanne got her feet wet.

We got on the road again toward Pula, which is at the very bottom of the Istria. Just outside of Opitija we stopped at a scenic overlook and had no sooner pulled in than another car pulled in behind us and a man got out. He wanted us to rent his villa/apartment/whatever. He even invited us up to it so we could take better pictures. We didn't bite.

We went over the mountains where there was construction underway - which turned Jane's car from Michael Jackson in the Jackson 5 (black) to Michael Jackson when he died (white).

At 4pm we arrived in Pula and had a hard time parking. It was very crowded and city-like. Could not find a place to camp. But as we were driving around, we suddenly see the Amphitheatre! It is MAGNIFICENT. Positioned close to the sea, it's one of the few remaining Roman amphitheatres that is still mostly complete.

Bottomed out from no food since brekkies (except Studenten Futter and shortbread.) Had tourist cuisine that turned out to be quite good: Salata Mjesana (cabbage salad), fries (we were a quart low on fries by this time,) Raznjici (meat on a stick) and 1/2 litre of water. Shared one meal to tide us over. We had a charming waiter who begged us to come back.



We walked over and toured the amphitheatre, which was totally awesome, really huge and impressive. The basement of the Alamo had an exhibit of old clay amphorae, olive pressing wheels and stuff.


At 6pm we drove to Rovinj (on the South Western coast of Istria) to find a campsite. We saw one campsite that looked like a ghetto - you would have to cross the highway to cross the beach. Came back to Camp Vesters, which we had passed before. Igor (YUM) let us drive in and check out the available campsites.

Picked #407 based on the proximity to electric, bathrooms, beach and pool. The place was a dump but we made it a ghetto in 10 minutes. Bathrooms: free showers but buhsgusting, turned off every 30 seconds. No dressing rooms or stools. Sinks (maybe 10) with 1 soap dispenser. Pool 7am to 7pm, but costs 20 Korndogs. No adapters available, unless we purchased one, but the camp store was closed. On the plus side, the bathrooms were ringed with huge beds of lavender, the beach was beautiful and a short walk away. Put up tent and faced it toward the electric. We were surrounded by HUGE RVs. Our little tent was looking mighty sad, but not as sad as the campers next door, who were camping in their car. Tiny car, not so tiny people. They had a tiny fold-out table, a shelf built into the back of the car, and a mattress.

The road from the campsite to Rovinj featured OLD olive trees, groves and groves of them, vineyards, "Grills" - restaurants with meat on a spit, and olive oil and wine available from homegrowers at the side of the road. There was also, just at the end of the campsite road, a hill in the near distance with some ruins on it.

Went to get groceries at the Plodine: big lemon soda, water, fig jam, olives, 2 wines (as recommended by Kofax Igor, who works in Buje, Croatia), 2 pear beers, capron cheese, Dalmation kaluf cheese, goronzola, Ajvar (GREAT Croatian sauce of red peppers), baguette (brown with nuts), Maslac (butter - 4 pats), 6 eggs (jaja), thick bread to toast, and milk.


Wento to Ina for ice. Had none, but suggested we got to the Coffee Bar Royal. There we had another adorable guy to shoveled half a garbage bag full of ice for 20 Korndogs. Suzanne had to get change for a 100-Kuna bill at the market next door, by buying and orange-papaya water.

Back at the campsite, our neighbors with the tiny car had left. The man from the next campsite came over to apologize for his kids: Him: "I want to apologize in advance for my kids." Jane: "I want to apologize in advance for my sister." He warned us that he had children that got up early. As we were to find out, that wasn't the problem.

Walked down to the water - rocky shore with a man-made beach, clear green water, which was warmer than the water at Strobrec.

Back at the campsite, we made martinis and dined on 2 kinds of olives, 3 cheese, fig jam, chutney, baguette, an orage, nectarine, fresh figs. Showered, got into our jim-jams and watched "The Girl with the Dragon Tatoo" until the battery on the DVD player died. Plugged in our ear plugs and slept until the sun streamed into our tent and made it way too hot. Suzanne woke up once because the kid next door was broadcasting on the cat frequency.

Sunday June 19, 2011

Gundelfingen, Germany; Swiss Alps; Venice, Italy

Woke up at 5 am when the Gerald alarm went off. Dressed, packed and on the road by 6 am.

Stop 1: Saw a stork.
Stop 2: Bank.
Stop 3: Ice.
Stop 4: Vignetta (this is the pass, like an EasyPass that allows us to travel through Switzerland) and a Diet Coke.
Stop 5: Bathroom and scenic overlook.

Stop 6: Bathroom, breakfast and bottle caps. We had the most amazing breakfast of a rosti (fried potatoes) with an egg on top, muesli and two herbal lemonades. It was expensive (20E) but the best food we were to have for the next 4 days. Found a few bottle caps to send to our cousin Dr. Donn, who collects them. In the gift store we saw t-shirts that said, "Desperate Swisswives" and one with the "Swiss Kamasutra" which was Swiss Army knives in different positions.

Our first Alp sighting was at 8 am.

On the road we got to see the alps, but they weren't nearly as impressive as we had expected! We saw a castle in the distance at Oftringen, and a town called "Wiggertal," which made us laugh.

Stops, continued:
7. Sand Goddardo Sud - pee stop and left a bookcrossing book.
8. Battery change which caused us to get back on the highway in the wrong direction and get in the wrong lane, which we dubbed "The Lane of Shame." We were unable to get off for some time so stopped and chilled for a few minutes and took some pictures.
9. Scenic overlook and lunch with what looked like several sports teams. Noshed on ravioli. It turned out to be a non-scenic underlook. We did meet some Americans from Wisconsin.
10. Agip gas station for CocaCola Zero and a yogurt. (€ 5)

At 12:10 we arrived in Italy. Jane's GPS has a British accent, but when she says the name of a foreign city, it's a different voice, and it's pronounced as it would be by natives. So she would say, in a proper British voice, "Take the A-5 toward VENITZZZZZIA!" We soon became unable to say "Venice."

We passed through 49 tunnels - 42 in Switzerland, 7 in Italy. One was 23 km in length, in Gothard, Switzerland. Tunnels that were open on one side are not in the count. We called them "faux tunnels," which we shortened to "funnels."

Stopped for lunch at a rest stop in Switzerland. Got Rösti, and robbed the bottle cap supply for cousin Donn.

672 Kilometers from Gundelfingen to Venice, and a lot of stops!

We finally rolled onto the highway that leads to Venice. You can't take cars into Venice, but you can park and take the Vaporetto. The first time we tried, the parking lot was full. The second time we ended up with "scary parking," a small underground place where it appeared that they just keep moving the cars around like one of those puzzles where you move the little tiles around. We grabbed our rolling suitcases and left everything else behind, a little reluctantly.

We took the Vaporetto to San Marco Piazza, got off, and soon found our hotel (Hotel Citta di Milano.) The reviews we had read about the hotel seemed like there were two hotels: one that was perfectly acceptable and a fantastic bargain, the other was the worst experience anyone had ever had in the history of hotels. Thankfully, we found the former. The concierge was nice, the room was fine. Fourth floor (no elevator), two windows with views of dirty alleys, no air conditioning, but several beds, TV, a clean bathroom with shower, and a bidet. We were totally fascinated by the bidet. The hotel price included breakfast, and the hotel was just steps from "The World's Drawing Room," as Napoleon called San Marco Piazza. All this for € 95 per night.









We took a stroll along San Marco Piazza and got lost among the many small streets, and Jane was so hungry she could no longer make a decision. We finally settled on Jonny's Restaurant off of the Fondamenta dei Fulani, where we sat outside and dined on tagliatella with artichokes and pizza with gorganzola, zucchini and salami. The pasta was so-so, the pizza was pretty good. Jane had a litre of white wine, Suzanne a litre of red. Two young women sat next to us, and as Suzanne wrote in our trip diary, they wrote in theirs. We watched the passersby and played, "You know how I know you're gay?"




We decided to walk to the car because we kept worrying about it and wanted to get a few things and make sure the car was safe. It was no problem getting there - we crossed a bridge over to the parking area. The car was fine and well watched. We got the DVD player and some other stuff and headed back. What should have been about a 30 minute walk to San Marco Piazza went very wrong. We got hopelessly lost, gong in the completely wrong direction. We even tried the GPS on Jane's phone. The streets were nearly deserted!




We finally made it back to St. Margherita's Square which was full of young people, then meandered back to San Marco Piazza. On the way, in an art gallery, we saw a naked portrait of Marge Simpson. In the Piazza there were at least 3 sets of musicians playing in front of restaurants.



We made it back to the hotel, got in bed and watched 10 minutes of "Holes" before Jane passed out. It was 12:35 am.

Sunday June 26, 2011


Strobrec, Croatia (Dalmation Coast); Tounj, Croatia, and Rijeka, Croatia (Istria).

Packed up our campsite at Strobrec. As we were packing, our neighbors from Romania asked if we had scissors, which we did not. (Made a note for next time, though.) When we went into the bathroom, our Romanian neighbor was cutting her hair with a huge Bowie knife! Wish we had gotten a picture of that!

Took off for Josipdol, the village where our Paulkovich grandparents were born, baptized and married. Thought we'd do a drive-by and take a few pictures, see if we could find the church or the cemetery. It's a little confusing - and we're still not clear on this, but there is Josipdol, Tounj and Potok. Tounj appears to be the governing body for this area. The villages are so small that several times we were out of one before we realized it, and had to turn around. We found a church and a cemetery, took some photos, but it clearly wasn't the church we were looking for.
Marko Frankovic, but not the cemetery we were looking for
We stopped at a little store (we called it the 7-11) and a bar looking for someplace to eat. About the only game in town was a nice hotel restaurant, Hotel Josipdol. We sat outside and told the waitress we wanted real Croatian food. We ordered cheese salad, cream of mushroom soup, hamburger stuffed with cheese, Ajvar (paprika sauce), grilled vegetables, water, beer and for dessert, policinke with jam and 2 espressos. Everything was great except the policinke; nothing seems to measure up to our grandmother's recipe.
At Hotel Josipdol
Some free bread stuff
Mushroom soup

Mixed salad with fresh CHEESE!

Stuffed hamburger, ajvar and mixed grilled vegetables
Cevapcici, ajvar and grilled veg

Policinke
Espresso x 2


While we were there, Suzanne showed the waitress the papers Mom had given us - birth, baptism and wedding certificates for our grandparents, and a list of questions, in Croatian, about them. She took the papers away to show someone else, then returned with a piece of paper that said, "Ivica Sopek Gov from Tounj (Gradonacelnik)". We were pretty sure that "Gov" meant "Mayor". She told us that the name on the paper was someone who could help us, and we could see him tomorrow being that it was Sunday. Unfortunately, we planned to be in Pula in a few hours setting up another campsite, but we thanked her, thinking we could do some research and get an e-mail address for this guy.

Driving through Tounj we saw a cool bridge and decided to stop and check it out. We walked across the bridge and decided to continue across and then walk down to the water. When we got to the other side of the bridge, a man came over and our first thought was, "Oh no. What did we do now?" We were pretty sure we were trespassing or something. But he just greeted us and gave us some fliers about the town. They had just had a major festival there for St. Ivan's Day. We started talking to him, which wasn't easy. He spoke no English, and a smattering of bad German. He said he was the "sheriff." We thought we'd ask him if he knew an e-mail or mailing address for the name on our paper, so Suzanne went back to the car to get that, and the documents to show him. Having documents showing our grandparents were born, baptized and married in this very village seemed like a good way to validate ourselves. We gave him the documents and he got pretty excited and asked if he could make a photocopy. Then we showed him the paper with the name on it and asked if he knew this guy. He was saying "Yes! Yes!" and we tried to explain that we'd like to contact the Mayor. Meanwhile, he shooed us into his car (yes, Jane and Suzanne will get in a car with a stranger in another country) and drove us to the Town Hall. He began making photocopies of our family documents and started handing us all manner of gifts: a CD of Croatian music (it's not going to make the top 10, I'll be honest whicha), flags, pens, a notebook, postcards, key chains, more. I again asked if he knew the man on the piece of paper and this time we realized, IT WAS HIM! He was the Mayor whose name was on the paper the waitress gave us!

We got back in his car, and he drove us to the church where our grandmother was baptized in 1881. He introduced us to the parish priest, Slaven Mijatovic, who let us into the church and allowed us to take photos. Fr. Mijatovic had studied at Georgetown University and spent time in the U.S., so he spoke English. He said that he and the Mayor would like to take us out for some coffee if we'd like that. We said we would and he said that first we would go with the Mayor and he would meet us at the café. The Mayor took us to the cemetery where someone else was waiting, and the two of them helped us find family graves, which we photographed.

When we got to the Cafe, Father Mijatovic was waiting. So was the entire village, with their eyes buggin' out of their heads. Two strange American women, on a Sunday, with the priest and the mayor. Fr. Mijatovic ordered two Cokes for us, making sure to tell the waiter to give us lots of ice "American style." While we were chatting, a car drove up and a young man and an older woman stepped out and came over to us. We were told that they had come to take us to a village grandmother, who might know more about our family. So just like that, we were whisked off by another set of strangers!

They turned out to be mother and son (Teo), and were taking us to his grandmother's house. She was one of the older persons of the village, and it was thought she might have some knowledge of our family. We arrived at Milka's small cottage and were warned by Teo not to walk in the grass because of snakes! Teo's aunt joined us as well, and we sat in the back yard, between what was clearly a very old cottage, and a newer house. There was a small garden, a table and chairs and it was a most pleasant place to sit and talk.





Everyone began looking at our documents and talking. Teo did his best to interpret what they were saying. After a lot of discussion, it was discovered that Milka's grandfather was our grandmother's brother! We had a new cousin! They remembered our grandmother and her family. And...the house our grandmother was born in still stood directly across the street from where we were sitting!



We were offered, and declined something to drink, until Teo told us the women were wondering what was wrong, why would we not accept something to drink? Though we did not really enjoy it, we had two cokes (not diet!). Soon we were offered something to eat and though we were still full from lunch, Teo made us aware we had better eat or our hostesses would be offended. Out came homemade sausages, plump ripe tomatoes, home baked bread and homemade prune schnapps. It was definitely schnapps - as Teo says, "If you can't feel it, it isn't schnapps". When the sun began to set, we said we had to leave. Our hosts told us we had a bed if we wanted to stay, and gave us a bottle of schnapps to take with us.