Living, Breathing Roman City

I am about to say goodbye to Split, Croatia, the second largest city in the country. It is unlike any place I´ve ever visited. The city grew up out of the palace of a Roman emperor called Diocletian. The meandering lanes of shops and homes are medieval, but around every corner is a surprise reminder of the Roman Empire – a lone column in a tiny square, a modern bank with ancient columns and friezes in the lobby, a Venetian campanile (bell tower) atop the emperor´s mausoleum, now a Christian cathedral. The outer walls of the palace and the four main gates corral the maze of ancient streets. Sprawling outside the walls is the Venetian part of the Old City, with broad plazas and ornate building facades.

At night, the ancient city is magical. I strolled the ancient palace, listening to the traditional klapa groups (Croatian acapella), and breathing in the slightly sour smell of the sulfur springs on the sea air. The hot spot in town is the Riva, a broad seaside promenade lined with cafes, just outside the palace. It seems like everyone in town has come to see and be seen. I licked a rich and creamy gelato cone while strolling under the palm trees and absorbing the carnival atmosphere.

Last night´s dinner was memorable. A pizzeria, usually nothing special, but at this one I tried a pizza with just mozzarella, parmesan, tomatoes, and white asparagus. Hands down the best pizza I have ever eaten! And simple enough to try making at home. Spread fresh ingredients on the dough, sprinkle with oregano and thyme, bake, and enjoy!


About chronictraveler

Chronic Traveler starts as a dream, one that I thought I had lost, but that has slowly changed into a mission to realize and live that dream every day. In December 2007 I became seriously ill and the doctors did not know what was causing my illness. I had to stop teaching as my life tumbled into a never-ending nightmare of doctors, hospitals and tests. Finally, in May 2008 I was diagnosed with a chronic condition - fibromyalgia. I was only 26 years old at the time. I have had to give up teaching, and now work part-time at a performing arts center as I learn how to manage my condition and improve my quality of life. What helped me through the months of uncertainty and sickness, and continues to inspire me, was a new focus on what truly mattered to me: family, friends, gardening, the arts, and especially travel. I have always fed my soul by traveling, ever since I first stepped off the plane at age 16 in Kathmandu, Nepal to help with an orphanage's building project. Meeting new people and experiencing how they live and how they view the world infuses my life with a richness I was so afraid I would lose when the doctor first said, "You have fibromyalgia". This blog is my story, as I begin to forge a new path. I am embracing my life as it is, with the fibromyalgia pain and fatigue, and learning to do what I love regardless. It may mean I have to go slower and take more naps or breaks! But I am determined to learn how to travel and experience the world, and hopefully what I learn will help others like me who believe their medical condition stands in the way of their travel dreams.
This entry was posted in Eastern Europe, Food and dining and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s