Dubrovnik New Year

Few years ago I was at the exchange student program from Poland, precisely Warsaw to Croatia, that beautiful country which will live in my thoughts forever. Until I visit it again, I hope soon. It was a Christmas time, and although the good human spirit is more common in that time than ever, I do know that my hosts keep and cherish it through the whole year. So, I felt in love with my kindly hosts Croatians and they became like a family to me. I did forget to sit on a plane home and decided to elongate my residence there and relax a little bit before I come back home to reality.

Day before New Years Eve my Croatian friend noticed me that, if I please, he’ll take me to Dubrovnik on the best New Years Eve ever. I agreed, of course.

The trip from Zagreb to Dubrovnik was a little bit long since we didn’t go by plane: three hours on a highway to Split and than five more to Dubrovnik, but I’ll tell you, it was worth it. The scenery of Adriatic coast was breath taking, like there is every little part along painted by nature in other perfect color and like it has its own story jet to be told. I secretly envied people living in that kind of paradise, breathing this healthy blue sea air.
Dubrovnik was something real special! It is like an island, apart from the rest of the country, with every house dressed in a stone suit and ribbed with traces of history. That city putted a spell on me right away as I stepped on its ground. Soon we got into the apartment which was near the old town, a little bit uphill from the famous Lazareti. At first I couldn't imagined to walk a thousand steers, as it seemed to me there is, to get to the apartment. But than I discovered that every little street has its fairytale to whisper in Your ear as You pass through and every door and window seemed to me like a regard to some past and mysterious times. And the apartment was something else; hidden behind the tangerine tree, in a deep warm shadow, from my window I could see the mighty sea waves guarding Dubrovnik city walls from 13th century. 

The New Years Eve was even more spectacular that I imagined. The Stradun, big stone square in old town was crowded with people; even the small, boring rain, couldn't spoil our delirious mood. Lead by the crowd, I was dancing all night long through Stradun, and it’s amazing small streets, by the sea, in front of the church of Saint Vlaho’s painted with colorful lights, and all the mystical spots in old town. I felt so special in this bedazzled town, turning the page of a new promising year whit people that seemed to be so close to me that night.
Some say that the way You spend New Year Eve is going to be the way You’ll spend the whole next year. I must just say I hope that that is true!