Our next goal was the seaside resort of Opatija, mainly for its architecture. The Hapsburgs ruled these lands for only a half-century or so, until the end of WWI, but they made their mark, bringing infrastructure, railroads, building ports (Austria-Hungary was land-locked, so they were really pleased to gain miles of natural harbors on the Adriatic, not really all that far from Vienna), and resorts; and architecture. All this as Art Nouveau was growing.
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The mom-and-pop campgrounds are always the best; not for the amenities, but
for the sincerity and charm; the manager here, in an apple and other unidentified
fruit orchard, told me we were his first American guests; his favorite NBA team
is the Golden State Warriors--this elicited when I told him one of our daughters lived
near Frisco--as evening approached, he carried a tray of schnapps to each of the
several campers on site; powerful stuff, too, and I had to drink Vicki's as well...
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The interior of Croatia is war-torn, too; after the depredations of Milosevic's
Serbian troops and their "ethnic cleansing," the Serbian population of this area left, leaving perhaps a third of the homes and lands vacant |
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Mile upon mile of land, tillable, graze-able land, untouched |
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Homes vacant--perhaps a Croatian family "cleansed" or a Serbian family departed;
"Christian" vs. "Christian"; this has been going on for centuries... |
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A defunct aircraft museum; or perhaps these are the craft that couldn't get off
in the fighting |
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Yes, well, moving right along, the road snakes down to the coast...serpentina |
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Below great limestone cliffs |
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And finally Opatija and the challenge of finding parking space in a 19th century
resort town |
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We were sort of underwhelmed by the architecture; traces of Art Nuvo... |
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The glassy Adriatic |
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Kiddie beach |
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Pigeon spa |