Something I noticed on my first jaunt to the Adriatic Sea — it is true that some place just has a bluer ocean. Hvar Island, is a paradise island that is as close to a blank canvas as you get on a work trip. There is no silver screen reference starring ‘the holiday vibe’, or stripy/nautical uniform for the sea, and certainly no techno beats reverberating out of the clubhouse, courtesy of DJ Ibiza. There are no rules, or things ‘you must/mustn’t do’. In fact, you may have troubles packing for your first time. I sure did. Growing up in Taiwan, I am suppose to be use to all kinds of humid, and yet I still spent a good two hours figuring what do wear for a 48 hours Croatia work trip.
That being said, all Hvar Island provided is nature in its incorrupt, innocent entirety, and wholehearted Croatian hospitality. Meaning, the sun (of course), blue skies, cherry juice, strudel, rosemary, lavendars, immaculate beaches and at times, a small rain.