Tuesday May 5
We awoke to rain in Aosta, in the Italian Alps. This town is not in the Lonely Plant guidebook, so we were on our own. Outside the old town the town has a definite ski vibe. After breakfast we drove into the old town. There was limited and expensive parking. We meandered from a roaring river and through lots of Roman era ruins. There was an arch, old town walls, an outdoor theatre and a post office, my partner is beginning a mission to mail postcards to her mother from every country we visit. Mailing postcards from Italy to the US is very expensive, over 4 euros. We were aided in our walk around by some very helpful high school students who seeing our obvious confusion, came to our assistance with directions.
We left Aosta in the early afternoon and set out on what turned out to be a boring, long drive across northern Italy largely on expensive toll roads and were fueled by expensive gasoline. As a result of our later than planned departure from France we decided to not stop in Italy and began a practice of making lodging reservations on the fly from our mobile devices.
We crossed into Slovenia without any immigration checks. However going into Croatia was confusing. We first came to an immigration station that exited us from Slovenia. Less than 10 meters after that we came to the Croatia immigration post. Neither did more than a perfunctory check and we were off to Rovinj, a coastal town on the Istria peninsula. The toll road in this area was very good, largely deserted and expensive.
We had rented a small apartment, "soba", for two nights. We had little difficulty finding its general area, but it took a bit of time to find the exact location. Parking was on the street, but it had a separate kitchen dining room and the Internet was very good. There was a small market nearby where we shopped for breakfast food. The host spoke good English and she was both helpful and talkative.
It was located just a short walk outside of the old town. we walked into town fro dinner and ate at Agua, a harbor side restaurant. This was before the summer tourist season so there were few tourists around. The meal was a large seafood platter. the waitress was a twenty something who discussed the continuing effects of the Yugoslav wars. She said that many people still do not know what happened to their relatives and that many Croats came from the interior to live in the tourist hotels and rooms during the war to escape the fighting.
Nice evening walk back to the apartment.
We awoke to rain in Aosta, in the Italian Alps. This town is not in the Lonely Plant guidebook, so we were on our own. Outside the old town the town has a definite ski vibe. After breakfast we drove into the old town. There was limited and expensive parking. We meandered from a roaring river and through lots of Roman era ruins. There was an arch, old town walls, an outdoor theatre and a post office, my partner is beginning a mission to mail postcards to her mother from every country we visit. Mailing postcards from Italy to the US is very expensive, over 4 euros. We were aided in our walk around by some very helpful high school students who seeing our obvious confusion, came to our assistance with directions.
We left Aosta in the early afternoon and set out on what turned out to be a boring, long drive across northern Italy largely on expensive toll roads and were fueled by expensive gasoline. As a result of our later than planned departure from France we decided to not stop in Italy and began a practice of making lodging reservations on the fly from our mobile devices.
We crossed into Slovenia without any immigration checks. However going into Croatia was confusing. We first came to an immigration station that exited us from Slovenia. Less than 10 meters after that we came to the Croatia immigration post. Neither did more than a perfunctory check and we were off to Rovinj, a coastal town on the Istria peninsula. The toll road in this area was very good, largely deserted and expensive.
We had rented a small apartment, "soba", for two nights. We had little difficulty finding its general area, but it took a bit of time to find the exact location. Parking was on the street, but it had a separate kitchen dining room and the Internet was very good. There was a small market nearby where we shopped for breakfast food. The host spoke good English and she was both helpful and talkative.
It was located just a short walk outside of the old town. we walked into town fro dinner and ate at Agua, a harbor side restaurant. This was before the summer tourist season so there were few tourists around. The meal was a large seafood platter. the waitress was a twenty something who discussed the continuing effects of the Yugoslav wars. She said that many people still do not know what happened to their relatives and that many Croats came from the interior to live in the tourist hotels and rooms during the war to escape the fighting.
Nice evening walk back to the apartment.
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