A good wake up call to get our first full day in Split started, right? Wrong, somebody slept in until 11am, and they’re lucky they started stirring at 11 sharp, because I was getting ready for a rude awakening at that point. Jetlag is a real beach.
We got ready to hit the town and wandered around until we grabbed some local bagels for breakfast as we continued moving. So fresh and delicious! We wandered up to the harbour to figure out where the ferries/catamarans were to get us across to the other islands, and decided it’s past 12 at this point, and guess what’s open by now? The Zinfandel Wine Bar that we tried doing the wine tasting the night before and couldn’t.
So naturally, we had a few glasses of wine for second breakfast and then it was time to go get ready for island life and grab the catamaran.
There were a few hiccups in getting the catamaran tickets to get to Hvar, but we managed to snag them and while waiting for the ride an hour out, we wandered some more to Justin’s dismay. He was beyond hot and was no longer really thinking straight so our first order of business was to get him a hat. We went to the souvenir shops BUT HIS HEAD WAS TOO BIG. We spent 20 minutes trying on hats and profusely sweating on every single one and literally nothing fit his ginormous head until we settled on a hat that makes me feel I’m going around with a fisherman from Newfoundland. At least this one didn’t have avocados, bananas, eggplants, or cannabis leaves on it unlike some of the other potential candidates.
We made our way back, grabbed the daily allowance for ice cream (turns out I only brought so many lactose pills with me) to enjoy on the roof top of the catamaran for the hour ride only to find out there’s no roof top and it’s an indoor shuttle. We chatted a bit, had some quiet time, overall we needed that hour to recoup.
As soon as we were within eyesight of Hvar, we were excited. We’re not big resort people, but the island was gorgeous and we were ready. We walked the perimeter along the coastline by beaches, bars, and various cliffs/rocks you can climb down and hang out in the water in.
There were parties on boats at the harbour, there were people swimming, kayaking, fisherman reeling their boats in, bars pumping music, people walking around with drinks or pizzas in hand, there was a bouncy castle floaty park with a variety of family friendly activities, and eventually after a swim and a drink, we found a quiet corner of the island where after grabbing some cute shots, Justin thought it would be great to fly his drone for some great footage.
Within seconds of the drone activating and buzzing, there was a (SUPER cute) guy towering over him displaying his police badge in his civilian clothes. Like, within SECONDS. Turns out we were within 500m of a “temporary” restricted zone and we’re pretty sure it was the president’s summer house. He made Justin show him his footage and delete it and basically to get lost, but he was super nice and could tell we had at least looked up drone laws and legitimately didn’t know (there were no rules implying this anywhere and everything seemed very hush hush, and the drone usually yells at you if you fly in a no fly zone). We walked to the other side of the island where we also noted "President Beach" with an arrow pointing in the direction we came from was subtly graffitied in the rocks confirming our suspicions.
We got to the town center and flew the drone to get some shots as the sun set, grabbed pizza, and got back on the catamaran before heading back home exhausted from the sun.
I got my call in with my munchkin who had just as an exciting of a day at Parc Omega with my parents and we all called it a day, beat beyond comprehension.