That Blue Green Sea

Today is all another fun transport day, as we try to enjoy the last pieces of coast and fresh lemon juice that we can find. We however need to make it to split, return the car, fly to Zürich, and then hope there's someone at the other end to greet us. We are currently at the stage of waiting for our flight at the airport.

I keep on being told how spoilt we are in Australia with our clean ocean and beautiful beaches, but I'm starting to think that only half of that is true. We do have some of the nicest beaches I know, but the Mediterranean Sea with its calm water, lack of constant seaweed to wrap itself around your leg, and clean enough that people happily swim in the harbour, has shown me that the Croatians are the lucky ones in this department. Plus, I think I like the colour more too.
And I guess this also represents a change in my attitude compared to how this trip started. When the possibility of travelling to Croatia was put to me, I punched it into Google images and found it hard to find any pictures that weren't of the sea. Now I know why.

The country also has infinitely more history still standing (at least in a form that I can understand). For example, with some towers, you can see the different styles and methods of construction that were used throughout its growth, and the history of these "layers" can be traced to a construction history over hundreds of years. In Australia, we're proud if something manages to reach triple digit years before falling over.

But now we head back to the country who's language I'm apparently capable of understanding, to see whether any of my relatives still recognise me after a week of my skin fighting against the summer sun.

We've survived the plane trip, which had a couple of sweet moments. After shuffeling people onto the plane quite a bit early, we then sat around till the captain announced with a heavy voice that they had been ready to take off for 10 minutes but Zürich insisted on an arrival according to the filed flight plan, not arriving more than 15 minutes early. During the flight, we also got the occasional update about any exciting developments in the match between Portugal and Wales, with either a sad tone of no news, or very excited that someone had scored a goal. I do wonder what other news might make it to to be announced on planes.