Three parties are meeting at the Rome airport, booked to Dubrovnik. Boarding passes in hand two are ready, the third ran by us in search of hardcopy paper ticket confirmations which should have been expressed to each home. Well, we didn't see them until late the next night! Once in the ancient walled city of Dubrovnik you realize the town is not flat rather built much like and amphitheater with high walls graduating to a flat interior whose travertine tiles are polished daily by visitors roaming the town.
Croatian people were curious about my ethnicity. I didn't fit with the busloads of Japanese tourists nor American or Europeans but it sure made for lots of stares and glances. Funny really.
The highlight of this trip was a tiny little place in which you enter through a small gate in an actual western facing wall landing you on the other side with a fabulous view of the Adriatic. Cafe Buza or Buza Bar is simply terraced with a narrow areas for 2 or 4 top metal cafe tables, some shaded umbrella areas, a menu of a few sodas, cold beer and basic white or red wine. You see, that is not the draw here. It's the speedo clad men diving off the rocks into the sea, the vantage point of huge cruise ships, schools of kayaks that looked like gliding insects from above, the spectacle of people watching people, and the "swallows" (that's code name for bats) flitting just above, in and out of the walls at very sweeping pace.Cinghale Goulash, fresh fish, seafood and wonderful cheeses though truly, everything paled to the Buza Bar scene! The sunset was breaktaking.
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