When Istria markets itself as the New Tuscany, in some ways it’s exaggerating (e.g., the food and wine, on which I’ll post next, is disappointing), and in other ways, it’s selling itself short. As an example of the latter, Istria has not only the picturesque hill towns described in my last post, but also it has seaside towns that are a dead ringer for any number of Amalfi Coast or Cinque Terre towns. Specifically, Rovinj (pictured above) reminded me of Amalfi and Vernazza.
Because Rovinj is just 30 minutes from Mrgani, we visited the town four times during our week at the Captain Morgan’s Villa. Rovinj is a big enough town that we could find supermarkets, open-air markets and restaurants open at regular, reasonable hours, but in addition to these sorts of conveniences, it’s also high on charm and history. It seemed as if everyone in Rovinj spoke Italian and some German (perhaps because the Germans have already “discovered” Rovinj as a destination?), and during the summer, the rumor is that you can take a 3-hour ferry ride across the Adriatic to Venice.
In no particular order, my favorite parts of Rovinj are:
- Sunsets. Whether you’re watching from a boat, sidewalk, restaurant terrace or roofdeck, it’s impossible not to ooh and ahh over the Rovinj sunset.
- The Church of St. Euphemia. The sun-bleached stone of St. Euphemia and its campanile (bell tower) crowns Rovinj. Climbing up the winding cobblestone streets of Rovinj (cobblestone streets are always winding, aren’t they?) to reach St. Euphemia is just part of the fun. When we reached the church, we had an almost 360-degree view of the Adriatic, as well as of a wedding taking place in the church. It doesn’t get more feel good than a wedding.
Also, saints being what they are, there’s a creepy, morbid story to share about the church. The short version is that in the 3d century, a lovely young Constantinople virgin (Euphemia) was thrown to the lions by everyone’s favorite persecutor of Christians, the Romans. Her heavy stone coffin miraculously washed up on Rovinj shores 500 years later. Hence, the need for an elaborate church in this otherwise sleepy seaside town.
The sculpture of Euphemia that sits atop the campanile spins like a weather vane, so if you believe boat captains (see below for more on our buddy, Milo), locals predict the weather based on the direction in which Euphemia points.
- The Lim Fjord is not the natural wonder we’d hoped it would be, but we did enjoy the adventure of bargaining with Milo, a water taxi operator, to get him to take us to the Fjord. We were a little nonplussed about our deal when Milo asked for 200 Kuna ($40) up front and then promised he’d be back in two hours to take us to the Fjord, but considering the major tour operator in the area, Delfin, totally disappeared when (I guess) they realized they couldn’t get enough people on their boat to justify an outing to the Fjord, we didn’t have too much choice. Milo did, in fact, come back to the harbor to pick us up, and his irreverent commentary, odd refusal to acknowledge the many nude sunbathers our boat passed, and his generous servings of homemade grappa made the 1.5-hour cruise well worth the money.
- Drinks on the sun-drenched, seaside patio of Puntulina Restaurant. Although our server flubbed our final round of aperitifs (i.e., Sarah mysteriously ended up with a virgin pina colada – highly entertaining, obviously — and Jon was given a glass of wine that wasn’t even the same color as the one he’d actually ordered. When Jon asked the waitress what had happened, the server told him that the restaurant had run out of the wine he’d ordered, so of course she gave him “another wine.”), we were happy and feeling very relaxed on the restaurant’s patio. To the extent you got the cocktail you ordered, the drinks were quite good and the views of the Adriatic excellent.
- The covered, outdoor market. Finding fresh produce in Istrian supermarkets was a major challenge, so the key to getting tasty and gorgeous fruits and vegetables is to swing by outdoor markets like the one in Rovinj closest to the designated parking area.
- People-watching in Rovinj harbor. There are tons of cafes and restaurants lining the harbor, and even though we were in town during low season, it was still a treat to sit back and check out our fellow travellers. The harbor also is where we spent a lot of time trying to convince Milo (see point 3) to take us out to see the nearby Lim Fjord.
Overall, despite the many schlocky-looking restaurants lining the harbor, Rovinj is a very walkable and relaxed town. It’s great during low season, but I think if you throw in the possibility of a day trip to Venice via ferry, the high season in Rovinj sounds pretty irresistible.
In addition to our many trips to Rovinj, we spent an afternoon in Pula, which was about an hour’s drive from Mrgani. EasyJet recently started direct flights between London Stansted and Pula, so it’s an easy starting point for trips to Istria.
Although it’s a seaside down, Pula’s water views are interrupted by huge construction cranes and tankers. Gotta make a living somehow until hordes of tourists start generating more revenue, perhaps. At least the old Roman arena is still standing. At the Pula arena, Jon and I were so excited to be offered an audiotour (we’re addicts) that we just forked over our 30 Kuna for it without applying some healthy skepticism. It turns out most of the audiotour describes what events would happen in the arena in Rome, and then the audiotour would comment on whether or not such goings on could have happened in the Pula arena. In short, not a very helpful audiotour, but the arena is a gorgeous pile of rock to explore. It’s not half as big as the Colosseo in Rome, but we had the whole place to ourselves, which is something that probably never happens in Rome.
The old Roman Forum in Pula is now a large, sunny piazza, lined with cafes. Because everyone in our group was craving ice cream, and because the piazza cafes claimed not to serve gelato, we didn’t spend too much time admiring the piazza’s ancient Roman buildings. The gelato we eventually found was no great shakes, but what did get me excited was the Mercator HyperMarket located just after the entrance to town. I don’t normally sing the praises of big box retail, but after several days of scrounging around tiny mom-and-pop stores selling dicey and pricey goods, it was nice being in a large, clean store that stocked anything you could possibly want. Even Vermont maple syrup.
And that’s the story of our seaside town adventures in Istria. Stay tuned for the food and drinks post next!