During a trip to Italy, I had the opportunity to spend a day in beautiful Croatia. My friends and I were staying with a lovely family in Muggia, Italy. After a night of laughs, delicious homemade cuisine and the strongest mojitos I have ever had, I woke up hung over and exhausted. I didn’t feel great. I struggled to get up and get dressed. The Italians laughed at me for being a lightweight. They all drank way more than I did and were totally fine, while I looked like death. Eventually we loaded up into two cars. I rode with the Italian couple we were staying with and their daughter and my two friends rode with the sister of our host and her boyfriend. Slovenia is just a stone’s throw away from Muggia. We stopped in Slovenia to get gas and I bought a large bottle of water that I promptly chugged. I felt a lot better immediately. I thought I was just dehydrated and that the worst was behind me. We got back into our cars and got back on the road.
The couple I was riding with consisted of an Italian woman and a Slovenian man. He was driving, I was sitting in the passenger seat and she was sitting in the back with their young daughter. Despite the language barriers, we were having a fun lively conversation when all of a sudden, I felt the urge to throw up. We were coming up to the border checkpoint in Dragonja when I realized I wasn’t going to be able to keep it together. I didn’t know how to say that I was going to throw up in Italian so instead I told them in Spanish and hoped they understood. “Necesitio vomitar!” She yelled something to him in what I assumed was Slovene and he quickly cut across two lanes! I thought we were going to hit the car next to us. It was terrifying! If I hadn’t already needed to throw up, I would have needed to after that.
We screeched to a halt next to a grassy partition and I flung the door open. I hardly had the time to lean out when cold water came gushing out. “Oh, is only water,” she laughed from the backseat. They seemed to think it was hilarious and not a big deal but I was so embarrassed. We went through the checkpoint and I received another stamp on my passport. I was starting to feel better. We met up with the other car near a welcome to Croatia sign. When we parked and got out, they were all discussing the fact that I had just thrown up. The couple in the other car had our lunch with them and they gave me some bread and told me, “Mangiare!” I ate some bread and the feeling of nausea was slowly subsiding. We took turns taking pictures in front of the Croatia sign and then got back in the cars to find the beach.
We ended up in Umag. The Croatian beach was unlike any other beach I have ever visited. The first thing that struck me as odd was that there wasn’t much sand. There were some sandy patches but most of the area was concrete, all the way to the water. People were laying directly on the concrete. Children were running around and playing on the concrete. Then I started to notice the Speedos. So many Speedos! Unfortunately, the men wearing the Speedos were generally very overweight and unattractive. Over the course of my two week trip to Europe, I saw just how comfortable Europeans are with their bodies. They aren’t bashful at all. For the most part, I’m happy with my body but I will probably never know the confidence that European women, and men, have.
We claimed our space on the concrete and set up our stuff. We swam in the Adriatic Sea but the water was way too cold for me so I spent the majority of the time getting baked on the concrete. The sun was brutal. Even with sunscreen, I felt my skin cooking as soon as I sat down. We spend several hours there and throughout that time, I kept reapplying sunscreen but I still got burnt! The Italians brought an impressive spread for lunch. I have never eaten so much at the beach before. There was even pasta!
After we had had enough of the beach, we walked around the town a little bit. We stopped at a place called Spritz Bar where I ordered some kind of coconut drink. It was interesting. Not my favorite but it was nice and cold. We had a great day in Croatia but when it was time to head back to Italy, I couldn’t wait to get showered and into bed! I hope to go back to Croatia one day and really explore!