The day swiftly arrived, propelling me forward into the unfolding journey. Hvar, an exquisite haven, held my attention momentarily, but destiny beckoned elsewhere. Armed with a ticket, I treaded towards the port, ready to set sail to the next island. In preceding days, I had engaged in a series of island hops, but this voyage marked a grander island-hopping adventure. The ship carried me to Korcula, a gem nestled within the Adriatic expanse. For those under the impression that Marco Polo hailed from Venice, a visit to Korcula unveils an alternate narrative, staunchly asserting his birthplace as this island, once a part of Venice during Polo's time.
In Korcula, a minor booking mishap transpired, placing my lodging far from the town and necessitating a considerable walk from the port. Despite this hiccup, the experience was undeniably rewarding, endearing the island to my heart. Consequently, I explored more of Korcula than Hvar, prolonging my stay and soaking in its unique charm. Amongst the tapestry of Croatian memories, Split remains the city I miss most from that chapter, its allure and memories lingering long after my departure, an indelible mark on my journey through the Adriatic.
