Lokrum

Our host told us about an island 15 minutes away, inhabited by wild peacocks and rabbits, with a swimming hole like the Dead Sea. So yesterday morning, after another of many omlet breakfasts, we ducked into a few souvenir shops to escape the cold wind while we waited for the next ferry.

A little later, we piled onto the ferry with lots of other tourists, and sailed very choppy waves to Lokrum. As we disembarked, peacocks were there waiting, and thus began our exploration! I mean, they were everywhere, and if we couldn't see them we could hear their calls.

We followed trails to giant rocks and seaside cliffs, olive trees, and ancient ruins. My badass sister climbed the rocks with baby Ava strapped to her chest. If the weather were warmer, we would have taken a swim, but it was blustery and eventually started to rain. After a couple hours, we decided to head back to Old Town for some much needed lunch (spaghetti for Whitney and her brood, seafood risotto for the Wilcox's).

A good meal and lots of walking under our belts, we headed back to the apartment for some relaxation.