One of the unexpected highlights of our three weeks in the Balkans was lovely Istria — the heart-shaped, Italian-flavored peninsula of western Croatia.
Dave and I ended up here on a
bit of a whim. We were deciding whether it would be best to fly into
Zagreb, Split, or somewhere else entirely — and it was cheapest to fly
into Pula.
Pula? We can work with that, I thought. I’d read a bit about Istria, and I know that both Mike of Go, See, Write and Akila of The Road Forks were fans. So Pula it was.