Few about Split Croatia

My company and I had an apartment reserved on Hvar, one of the most beautiful islands of the archipelago of Split. We couldn’t match up our plans, so I came in Split a day earlier in order to proceed on Hvar and wait for them there in our apartment. When I got out of the bus a bunch of old ladies gathered around me like chickens, forgive me my ladies for being so scenic, shouting `rooms, rooms`. I did not look for any kind of accommodation, but they where so becoming, that I could not resist them. So I went to see one of the lady’s `castle`, as she described her house, and it was no `castle`, but still nice and clean, little bit old fashion, and I liked it that way. So I said, why not, and I decided to stay in Split for that one night.

All I have ever heard about that Croatian big city attracted me; Split had 1700 years of history which grew from the palace built by roman emperor Diocletian preserved until today. So I went to the center with no particular plan, neither what to do nor why I am here. This time I wrote the address of the house of that old lady I left my things with, so I can find the way back.

It was sunny day and the shiny stones on Split`s waterfront gave me such an energy, although maybe it was just the coffee, that I felt excited like I discovered a holly grail or something. When I crossed along  the Marmont street I couldn't get my eyes of all those gorgeous women walking on their long, long legs around, like they are there with no other plan than to blow up my mind. O, I really like this place!
I needed to calm down, that I am sure of, so I resolved to rest my head inside Diocletian palace, on its story teller squares and small lively streets filled up with tiny colorful shops.

It took me the whole day to finally feel tired of sightseeing, and remember that I didn’t eat for quite a while now. I even got to freshen up on one of the many Split's town beaches; it was a summer day after all, but I never had even one small thought about food. I’ve noticed plenty of restaurants along the way; small lazy terraces with chilling music and smiled people enjoying their meal.
I had to join them at once, but, I set on the bench just for a moment, listening a sound of the town where, seems to me, time stands still, people come from everywhere, but going nowhere, and the air is full of sea, laughter and verses.

Incredible, what a town!

Author: Anthony Goodway