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| A donkey is laden with what appeared to be construction supplies on the waterfront of Hydra, an island in the Saronic Gulf west of Athens that does not allow cars, electric scooters or even bicycles. Everything from tourists to bags of cement arrive by water. Our hotel was a short walk from the harbor, which is lined with bars, restaurants and shops. |
Our big trip for 2019 began with a slight but important detour. We left San Diego on May 17 and flew to Milwaukee to attend son Kyle's graduation from Marquette Law School. A big event for him and all of us. And, since we were a quick shuttle bus ride from O'Hare, we could easily begin our Balkan adventure by flying nonstop from Chicago to Athens on a British Airways/American code share.
The trip began with curiosity about Croatia, particularly the Dalmatian Coast and islands. As long as we were close by, let's do Greece. Montenegro could be a stop between Greece and Croatia. We have a friend who has just established permanent residency in Ljubljana, Slovenia, so we should stop and see him. Trieste is so close, it would be a shame not to see it. And a flight home out of Venice would be a grand way to end the trip. We started in the south in the Aegean Sea and then worked our way north along the eastern shore of the Adriatic. We used almost every mode of transportation in getting from one destination to another: airplanes, boats, trains, buses, and taxis.
Our 2018 trip to Italy involved three months' worth of classical-era ruins and magnificent churches. We didn't want so many ruins this time. We saw the must-see sights (Acropolis in Athens, Temple of Apollo at Delphi, the Palace of Knossos on Crete, Diocletian's Palace in Split), but more of our time was spent enjoying sidewalk cafes, contemporary art museums, the scenery, and splashing in very blue and very clean seas. Conveniently, the euro is the currency in every country we visited except Croatia, which uses the kuna. Fortunately, we didn't have to use much cash since our Visa card was accepted almost every place we went, though some island restaurants and our inn on Hvar required cash.
Here's how the trip went:
Tuesday, May 21: Bus to O’Hare for 5:35 p.m. nonstop flight to Athens.
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| View into courtyard from our room at InnAthens. Glass door connects courtyard with the street via a covered passage used for tables by By the Glass, a pretty good wine bar. InnAthens uses the courtyard as a supplement to its indoor dining room. |
Saturday, May 25: We used a taxi for the two-hour drive to Dephi. We could have taken a bus, but the trip would have been twice as long. Our first afternoon there, we saw both the ruins of the Temple of Apollo area (home of the famous oracle) and Delphi's small but excellent archaeological museum. We stayed at Pitho Rooms, a small B and B above a gift shop and within easy walking distance of the ruins and the museum. Other than a way-too-small shower, the accommodations were nice and we had a very private and shady terrace. That Sunday we took two public buses to reach Galaxidi, a small fishing town on the Gulf of Corinth, an inlet of the Adriatic. The gulf is easily seen from Delphi, too, but it's miles and miles away. Click HERE for Pitho.
Monday, May 27: A taxi from Delphi got us to the Athens airport in time for a 5:15 flight to Santorini on Aegean Air. We were met by a driver who took us to Ikies Traditional Houses in Oia, also known as Ia, pronounced EE-ah, and possibly the most photogenic town in the world. We spent our time here walking from one great view to another, and spending an afternoon and evening on a catamaran for a sunset sail, which was pretty much ruined by rough water that prompted a third or more of the passengers to become decidedly seasick. While Santorini is indeed beautiful, it was our least favorite island experience. Oia quickly seemed like a large, high-end mall with luxury retailers and pricey restaurants, populated by too many people taking selfies or women striking fashion poses while their friends or husbands took photos. We were here three nights. Click HERE for Ikies website.
Thursday, May 30: We took the 4:50 ferry to Heraklion, Crete, arriving around 6:30. We stayed three nights at the GDM Megaron Hotel, a large and traditional hotel overlooking the harbor. Heraklion, the capital of Crete, is a busy and youthful city with many good restaurants, a great pedestrian street for people-watching, and an archaeological museum focused on the prehistoric Minoan civilization, relics of which are a short bus ride out of town at the Palace of Knossos. Another city bus took us to the beaches of the Amoudara neighborhood. I heartily recommend a few days in Heraklion to anyone headed to the Greek islands. Click HERE for Megaron website.
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| The view of the white buildings of Oia from our terrace at Ikies. The hotel's small pool was just in front of our room, but it got little use during our time there. Breakfast, ordered the night before, is served on each room's private terrace. The hotel clings to the hillside below the town road, and it was 96 steps up from our room to reach the main walkway into town. Once in our room, there was a flight of stairs between bedroom and bathroom. |
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| Aboard the high-speed ferry from Santorini to Heraklion. |
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| A fellow guest relaxes with a book at Casa Delfino's rooftop bar. |
Sunday, June 2: We took an almost-three-hour bus ride west along the northern shore of Crete to Chania (KAN-nya), the former capital of Crete and a walled city where cars are kept outside the walls. We stayed at a small inn called Casa
Delfino, which has a rooftop bar with harbor views. Our room, we were told, was the only one with a water view, making up for the bathroom and bedroom being on different levels. After several long trips in Europe, we've begun to notice a sameness to ancient walled towns, from Obidos, Portugal, to Gallipoli, Italy, to several towns on this trip. Narrow, stone-paved streets; souvenir shops selling mostly the same stuff; sidewalk cafes and restaurants, often with people out front trying to drag in passers-by; and beautiful plazas with beautiful churches or other public buildings. We met a well-traveled British couple at our hotel who said they visit Chania regularly for a few days at a time, finding it a relaxing change from their home in London. For us, a more modern and vibrant city like Heraklion is more attractive than another walled Medieval theme park. That said, it's still easy to be drawn down those narrow streets, curious to see what's around the next corner. Click HERE for Casa Delfino.
Tuesday, June 4: We flew from Chania to Athens on Aegean, arriving at 10 a.m. This time we stayed at Zillars Boutique Hotel on busy Metropoleos
Street, not far from the ruins of the ancient agora. Its rooftop bar has a good view of the Acropolis and the Parthenon, but we had the same view from our room -- we could see the Parthenon, which is spotlit at night, from our bed. This was our last night in Athens and the view made it quite special. Click HERE for Zillars.
Wednesday, June 5: Our ferry to
Hydra left Piraeus (the port of Athens) at 1 p.m. and took a little over an hour. We stayed three nights at the small hotel Leto, a few blocks from the harbor. We were met at the ferry by a man with a cart who took our luggage and guided us through what seemed a maze of small streets to the Leto. We quickly learned our way around, though, and once at the hotel we could always find it again. There are no cars on the island of Hydra, no bicycles, no electric scooters, nothing but flip-flops and sneakers. And donkeys, which are used to carry riders as well as just about everything else, including some visitors' luggage. The only motorized vehicles appear to be a miniature garbage truck and two small fire trucks. Hydra (pronounced EE-drah) is a small island, but one once visited regularly by celebrities like Aristotle Onassis and Maria Callas, and one with a important maritime history (it's home to the world's oldest merchant marine academy, founded in 1749). It's a great, low-key place to chill, visiting beaches, walking seaside trails, and enjoying its rustic taverns and its more sophisticated restaurants. Unlike Santorini, few tourists wear stilettos or carry Prada. Click HERE for the Leto.
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| The Parthenon at night, as seen from our room at Zillars. |
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| Breakfast at the Leto is served in this shady courtyard. Our room had the window just above the glass doors. |
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| The Antigon's breakfast room features a glass floor about 14 feet above ancient ruins. It's a bit disorienting at first, and it was fun to watch new arrivals step cautiously onto the glass. |
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| View from our room at Hippocampus in Kotor. Yes, all the streets there were this clean and tidy. The woman is looking at her phone. Is she using GPS to find her way through the maze of little streets, or is she making a selfie video? |
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| View of beach from the Hotel Kompas. Some of the umbrellas and lounges were reserved for hotel guests. The low white building seemed to be wedding venue, and the Kompas and other hotels cater to a lot of wedding parties. |
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| A swim ladder connects a terrace with the blue waters of the Adriatic. There were a few sea urchin on rocks near the ladder, but none farther out, and the water was warm, deep, clear and delightful. The Jagodna's terraces were spread out along the cove's shore, giving each a degree of privacy, which is good because not everyone kept their swimsuits on. |
Saturday, June 22: We took a mid-day ferry to Split -- a ride of about 50 minutes -- where we spent three nights at Heritage Hotel 19 and our days exploring this intriguing city that seems to revolve around the sprawling ruins of Diocletian's Palace. The palace itself is more like a small walled city than a palace. The palace, completed in 305 as a residence for the Roman Emperor Diocletian, was abandoned and fell into ruin after the fall of the Roman Empire. Eventually, people moved in, incorporating the remaining walls into otherwise new homes and other structures. Today it is a warren of restaurants, shops, churches and even hotels, with many architectural elements of the palace still visible. The original basement, amazingly, is largely intact, giving visitors an idea of the size and proportions of what once was the palace above it. Hotel 19 is a few short blocks from the palace but still in the pedestrian zone. We spent our days here exploring the palace and the nearby Marjan Peninsula, most of which is parkland. Click HERE for Hotel 19.
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| The stately Esplanade once housed guests traveling on the Orient Express train. Today it is still convenient to the train station, though it is something of a walk to the attractions of the old town. |
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| The small rooftop pool of the Vander hotel is visible from the castle that overlooks the city. |
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| View from our Hotel Piran room. The concrete piers give swimmers access to the blue waters of the Adriatic. The paved area along the waterfront is used by sunbathers. |
Wednesday, July 3: We took a bus to Piran, the most prominent town on Slovenia's 47 kilometers of Adriatic coast. We stayed two nights at the waterfront Hotel
Piran, one of the most pleasant places we stayed, partly because our room had a generous balcony overlooking a popular concrete "beach" as well as the harbor. Piran is an old city with the ruins of a wall, some narrow stone-paved streets and buckets of charm. Even though connected by ferry to Venice, it seemed more like a resort for Slovenes than for foreign tourists. The first day, the water was amazingly warm. The second day, after a big windstorm the evening before, it was much cooler, Jane said. I stayed out the second day because I scraped a leg pretty badly on rocks the first day. Click HERE for Hotel Piran.
Friday, July 5: We had our hotel in Trieste send a cab to Piran to pick us up. It was about a 45-minute ride up the Adriatic Coast to Trieste, made quicker because there are no passport controls between these two EU member nations. The driver didn't even have to slow down to cross from Slovenia to Italy. We stayed three nights at the Grand Hotel Duchi d'Aosta, conveniently located on the city's main square, the Piazza Unita d'Italia. One again, we had found a town not overrun with foreign tourists such as ourselves. Trieste turned out to be quite charming: a good contemporary art museum in a 19th-century merchant's palace, a brass band playing "Barbara Ann" and other familiar tunes at a Saturday night block party, and a gigantic cave with bilingual guided tours. Click HERE for Hotel Duchi d'Aosta.
Monday, July 8: We walked to the Trieste station to catch a train around the northern end of the Adriatic to Venice. This train was more modern and less atmospheric than the Zagreb-Ljubljana train.
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| View of the Plaza of Italian Unity from our hotel window. The government building on the left was the site of a big demonstration when we arrived -- people were protesting a proposed border wall between Italy and Slovenia. Police in this photo are fanned out waiting for the politicos who were the target of the demonstration to leave. |
Friday, July 5: We had our hotel in Trieste send a cab to Piran to pick us up. It was about a 45-minute ride up the Adriatic Coast to Trieste, made quicker because there are no passport controls between these two EU member nations. The driver didn't even have to slow down to cross from Slovenia to Italy. We stayed three nights at the Grand Hotel Duchi d'Aosta, conveniently located on the city's main square, the Piazza Unita d'Italia. One again, we had found a town not overrun with foreign tourists such as ourselves. Trieste turned out to be quite charming: a good contemporary art museum in a 19th-century merchant's palace, a brass band playing "Barbara Ann" and other familiar tunes at a Saturday night block party, and a gigantic cave with bilingual guided tours. Click HERE for Hotel Duchi d'Aosta.
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| Our room at Palazzo Barbarigo looked out at the Grand Canal just above water level. The striped pole is one of several that guided boats to the hotel's main entrance, accessible only by boat. We never used that entrance, instead coming and going via a rear door on an dark and narrow pedestrian alley. |
At the train station in Venice, we got in line to board a vaporetto (water bus) to take us to the stop closest where we were staying, Hotel Palazzo Barbarigo sul Canal Grande, in the relatively calm and relatively uncrowded San Polo district. Our water-level room had a large window that opened onto the Grand Canal. If you visit this over-visited city, this is a good place to stay, about a 40-minute walk from both the Rialto and St. Marks Square. Or, you can take a gondola or a water taxi. We walked. In fact, when we left to catch a shuttle bus to the airport, we walked about 20 minutes to the bus station and discovered that it's practically adjacent to the train station. We could have easily walked to the hotel when we arrived by train, but we didn't know that at the time. Click HERE for Palazzo Barbarigo.
Thursday, July 11: We flew British Airways from Venice via London Heathrow to San Diego. The short first-leg was unpleasant, with British Airways providing the harsh service offered by cut-rate airlines. Jane asked for water and was offered a bottle in exchange for nearly two British pounds. When Jane said all she wanted was a small glass of water, the flight attendant offered to give her a plastic cup that she could fill "at the tap," presumably in the toilet. We don't think we'll fly BA again if there's any way to avoid it. The longer leg was more pleasant because we had bought economy-plus seats, putting us physically between business class and economy, but closer to economy in terms of comfort and service. Our plane was delayed three hours and BA did a good job of keeping everyone at the gate informed -- the pilot was either in a traffic accident or delayed by one en route to the airport and the substitute pilot needed time to reach the airport -- but BA did not offer access to its nearby lounge. We landed in San Diego around 10 p.m. and were exhausted and safe at home before 11.
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