Strolling in Croatia-Adriatic Sea

After overlooking the sacred and magnificent alpine snow-capped mountains and the beautiful and charming Austrian pastoral scenery, the plane successfully arrived at Pula Airport in Croatia. The afternoon sun is shining, the gentle sea breeze is gentle and charming, and it is clean and refreshing in early summer. After renting a car at the airport, the family drove to Rabac, a tourist destination. Mysterious castles covered with pine forests appear and disappear, and the hills kissed by the sun rise and fall and are full of green. The quaint villages are dotted with the vast Yuan Ye like a paradise, and scattered farmland and vineyards are leisurely located in it.

Labin, a small town on the hill, has a long history and profound cultural heritage, and preserves the remains of various eras from BC to the present. This once war-torn town has now become a paradise for countless creative artists. In the depths of quiet alleys, it meets exquisite and elegant galleries, experiences the collision between classical and modern, and is fascinated by the strong literary atmosphere. In the deep and shallow Gu Xiang, the traces left by the years can be seen everywhere, and the vicissitudes of the wall are more natural. Miscellaneous wisteria is warm and soft, the rattan body is intertwined with time, and the painted face is silent.

Along the winding mountain road, the orange roof, dark green pine trees and blue Adriatic Sea at the foot of the mountain complement each other, mysterious and charming. It sank day by day in the west and arrived safely in Rabac in the afterglow of sunset. This small town, located on the east coast of Estella Peninsula, is surrounded by mountains on three sides and surrounded by lush trees. The afterglow of the sunset shines brightly in the corner of the town, and white and gray seagulls play and feed on the golden sea, which is a simple and peaceful living atmosphere.

Walking on the beach with her husband holding Amos' hand, watching the sunset scattered in the small town, revealing the tenderness behind its majesty, listening to the waves lapping on the cliff shore and whispering the past here. As night falls, check into the hotel booked in advance, and the stepped balcony faces the sea. At dusk, the sky is vast, distant and mysterious. Compared with the smallness of human beings, nature is the most precious legend, which contains solemnity and boldness that I can never understand.

After a sumptuous buffet dinner relieved the fatigue of a day's journey, Amos and I went to sleep early, and the distant waves quietly poured into my dreams. The rhythm of sea level and tide is melodious and slow, just like the intoxicating sound of nature. In my dream, we are all children loved by the sea. ......

In the morning, I was awakened by the sound of seagulls. I opened the French window. The cool sea breeze blows on my face and has a pleasant and unique taste. Before the sun rises, the whole Adriatic Sea is hidden in a thin layer of sea fog, and the Tianshui is rough, and the hills and castles in the distance are hazy. As the saying goes, "the fog locks the mountains, and the sky is connected with water." On the lazy beach, tourists come in twos and threes. A flock of white seagulls quietly foraged in the morning light. Very quiet. Inadvertently, there was a faint red on the top of the slowly waking town, which gradually spread around and dizzy up half the sky. Then layers of clouds were dyed orange and bright, and the newborn sun Ran Ran rose. The sea suddenly sparkled, and the small fishing boat seemed to be enchanted and suddenly colorful. Seagulls in the distance swooped down from the clouds.

As a small town in ancient Rome, Rabac is simple and pure, facing the sea. Coffee shops and bars built by the water are lazy and casual, and different surprises are encountered in different corners of alleys. Many original buildings were damaged in the historical war, but later repairs perfectly combined modern technology and Roman style, so every street was beautiful and unique. Wandering aimlessly, at the foot is a long and thick bluestone road, which has been walked by countless tourists for centuries. The summer sunshine exudes warm luster, just like a flower suddenly blooming in a corner forgotten by time, pulling up a ripple in my heart.

On a hot afternoon, when Mr. Amos was taking a nap, he went to the coffee shop next to the beach alone. The hot sun shines on the corner of a simple white table, and many tiny dust flies in the air. Compared with the wanton flashing lights outside the window, the coolness in the room is more comfortable and comfortable. I ate a large portion of ice cream and lazily enjoyed the rare time alone. This is probably the beauty of summer. After Amos woke up, the family drove all the way along the rugged coast, met different people and saw different scenery. Amos, one and a half years old, saw the vastness of the sea for the first time. He sometimes looked at the distance blankly, sometimes jumped around with the waves excitedly, and sometimes squatted on the ground to collect stones polished and smooth by the sea. For a child, these landscapes may not be stored in his brain, but that joy and emotion will plant a seed in his heart.

Comfortable days always fly by, and four days in Rabac are fleeting. I bid farewell to the people I just met and went to the prestigious Pula. This town used to be the largest military port of the Austro-Hungarian navy, located at the southern end of the Istanbul Peninsula, facing the Adriatic Sea. In ancient Rome, Pula was also the administrative center of Istrad. Therefore, both architecture and humanistic atmosphere have retained a lot of ancient Roman flavor, shuttling through the ancient city with strong Renaissance flavor, marveling at the civilization and wisdom with a long history: the Roman Augustus Temple dating back to Octavian's reign, the Colosseum and the Arc de Triomphe in ancient Rome, and the castles and relics full of magical colors.

At sunset, the fantasy of the sunset glow and the magnificence of the waves are shocking. The waves and the songs of seagulls seem to tell an old legend. This is Pula, which combines the old city, sea water, castles and history just right. Reluctantly bid farewell to the beach, my thoughts slowly turned from the Middle Ages, drove to the scheduled suburban homestay, and gradually moved away from the old city, surrounded by green trees, comfortable and safe, and came across a wide and soothing grassland. Two or three cows walked gracefully and rested undisturbed. In the boundless twilight, I went to my favorite yard, quiet path, scattered flowers and plants. Outdoor swimming pools and beach loungers are clean, simple and chic. The host is a shy literary girl, who can communicate in simple English and German, and also prepared flowers and biscuits intimately. The European pastoral decoration style makes the whole room simple and warm.

I was awakened by the rumble of the plane in the morning, so I got up early and didn't want to disappoint the beauty of this summer. My husband is in charge of breakfast, and I am in charge of Amos washing clothes and cleaning the room. After a hearty meal, I can't wait to enjoy this quiet little courtyard. Sunlight spilled all over the ground through the mottled vines, and there was a quiet and long birdsong in the distance. The pleasant breeze is mixed with flowers, and there is a little vitality in the silence. My husband and I were lying on the beach chair, watching the blue sky across the perfect arc of the plane, listening to Amos lying on the ground and watching the ants move, clicking excitedly. At this moment, there is no trouble being chased by life. This is probably a happy look.

Say goodbye to the lovely landlord at noon and go to the last stop of this trip: Pula Aquarium, which is also a small gift specially prepared by Teacher Wang for Amos. Aquariums by the sea generally don't disappoint people. The aquarium rebuilt by this military fortress is more mysterious than the cold. There are different surprises at the end of the narrow passage. Mr. Wang is responsible for explaining: this is the red striped dragon head fish, this bat-like manta rays, also called manta rays, and that beautiful one is called lionfish, but it is poisonous ... Amos kept running around the room, pointing excitedly. How to lure arowana hidden under the sand with bait ... After visiting the aquarium, you can walk up the stairs to the top of the aquarium and look down from a height. The house with red roof is embedded in the blue and transparent sea water, shining like a gem, and your heart is clear.

Bye, Rabac. Bye, Pula! We thank everyone we met on the way. Because of these encounters, our journey became romantic and interesting.

The world is vicissitudes, and the years are long. May all good things last forever. ...