A View of the Islands

I'd been complaining about not making it out to the islands, so we headed up to see the island of Murter before catching the bus back to Zagreb. It turns out that this is one of the easier islands to visit.... only about 30 meters offshore : )

Hrvoje, Zvonka's dad, drove us up to a fire lookout and cell tower that he'd found with a view of the coastline. Even though I'd spend time on the coast before, I didn't realize just how many islands there were just there. It's a strange coast where you don't know if you're looking at a peninsula, island, inland bay, or lake most of the time. I'm always surprised what's salty and what's fresh. The mountain range basically just marches out into the sea, first with the valleys and low areas inundated, then rows of mountains surrounded by water, and finally, farther from shore, just eroded peaks peeking out of the sea. The Adriatic was it's usual excessive blue, contrasting with the white limestone islands.

After we exhausted every combination of the four of us standing in front of the islands for photos, we headed down to Trisno, a little village centered on the bridge connecting Murter to the mainland. Now that we were with the parents, we had a more civilized breakfast of various Croatian pasteries, with no red pepper paste, soft cheese, dense bread, or beer. Almost a shock to the system.