Cold in Croatia
Late March is my favourite time of year around these parts. Neither too cold nor too hot, sunrise and sunset at easy times, and few visitors around the national parks. So my hopes were high at the sight of that red sky one recent Thursday evening…
And dashed when I awoke the next morning in Zagreb.
Still, there’s plenty to do and see in Zagreb itself, a city of old and new, with markets to stroll around, and some great museums and galleries.
Walking around Zagreb’s wide and fairly quiet main streets is pleasant. Hopping on and off trams is quick and easy. One lazy day I took the funicular to get up that hill.
And thankfully, there are countless cafes to feel snug in while the snow continues to fall outside.
The sun did show up now and then, but the snow piled up a metre high along the streets did not budge until the rain came along.
In this city of contrasts, wide open spaces provide ample opportunity to wind down, to pause for thought, to reflect.
Though where your reflections will take you is anyone’s guess.
One thing is sure: not knowing the language, and having far too little knowledge of the country’s history and culture meant that at times I wasn’t too sure what I was seeing. Or was it because of the snow?
It was definitely time to get out of the city to clear my head, to take a reality check, as some might say.
So is this the real Croatia? Is there something more authentic about the countryside compared with the city?
Or is everything we see an optical illusion?
Is this Tito’s legacy? Are we able to see only what we frame – or is it the other way round?
My only disappointment was that with so much snow and ice underfoot and the wrong clothes in my bag, the trip to the national parks was cancelled. 5 degrees colder than the city, warned Marija.
During my last night in Zagreb, the constant rain finally melted the last traces of snow. At least I can see clearly now the snow has gone: give me rain any day. I always take my waterproofs anyway.