Splitting for Split

Although our meeting was in Dubrovnik, we’d been told that one of the most beautiful places in Croatia was a little town named Split, so that was our first stop in the country. But first we had to get there, and that wasn’t

Sunset on the road to Split

easy. Our flight choices gave us several options and none of them great. Barb ended up booking a flight that had two stops before getting to Croatia; I found a more direct route, but had to go through the dreaded Madrid airport.  However, the weather was so unsettled in the northern US that the airline was happy to put Barb on the plane from DFW to Madrid instead of her multi-stop itinerary. I was happy because I was on that plane, as well. We both had bulkhead seats, but not together. The lady who sat next to me had an elbow that resided in my ribs – I really missed sitting with Barb! Overly tight quarters, a completely full plane, and surprisingly bad food did not bode well for this adventure.

Scholar or Colossus?

So very early in the morning we boarded an island hopper to go from

Dolphin sculpture at the harbor

Athens to Rhodes. We were all sad that Constantine and/or Harry were not going to be there to meet us and drive for us, but new adventures awaited. The principal city on the island of Rhodes is Rhodes – not at all confusing. In long ages gone by there was supposed to be a giant statue that guarded the harbor: the Colossus. There is nothing on the island that overtly points to any ruins of this bygone wonder and although I knew we wouldn’t see it, I was vaguely disappointed.