Maya, my three-year-old Border collie mix, and I had been traveling through Europe. We had started in Athens, and now we were in Split, Croatia, at a dog-friendly B&B.
The owners said that almost anything goes in Croatia, so I should see if the buses would allow me to take Maya to explore Omiš. The rest of Europe is generally ok with pups aboard transportation. I went to the station and asked one driver. Denied. I asked another, smiled and showed him that Maya had a muzzle, and he reluctantly let me on.
It was late November. The air was chilly. After arriving at our destination, I stepped off the bus and closed my eyes to soak up a touch of warmth from the sun’s autumn rays and to take a moment to enjoy the simple things. The difference in temperature made me sneeze.
Omiš is a quaint village on the coast surrounded by steep cliffs. I immediately noticed the unspoiled vibe of the place. History seemed begging for someone to listen as it whispered secrets of the past. Back in the day, it was an old pirate stronghold.
I plan to move here eventually to search for treasure. I can feel that it is hidden in the hills and I am determined to find it.
From where the bus dropped Maya and I off, we had to walk across a few small bridges. On either side, small fishing boats and medium-sized sailboats were docked. I love bridges. They accent towns and dare people to cross and explore what’s around the next bend. The old center of town is circular, lined with cobblestone streets.
Rising above the structure line of the village are the well-kept remains of a fortress built into the side of a cliff (left).
It was Sunday, and few places were open. I found a restaurant where I had lunch and ordered soup and hot chocolate. Ordering hot chocolate proved to be difficult; the waiter didn’t seem to know what I was talking about.
The place was empty. I sat outside at a wooden chair and table set. My view was of more boats as the sun reflected on the calm, glassy water.
We continued to walk around. There didn’t seem to be much going on. If I had my way, I would have hitchhiked into the country to hatch my pirate plan. But intuition ruled against me and won that round.
Maya walked by my side, getting excited when birds caught her eye. She's a great travel companion; doesn’t whine or insist on going anywhere, just happy to be along for the adventure.
I wasn’t quite ready to go back to Split, but there wasn't much more to see. So I went to the harbor and just sat down to read.
I don't travel to see and do all things listed in a guidebook. I like to experience a place for the little things. Sometimes that means sitting by the sea to read, smelling the fresh air and observing my surroundings, and that’s alright with me.