By creating this site, my intention is to acquaint you more closely with the Croatia, its history, famous persons, cities, cuisine, natural beauty and other things. Every few days I will publish posts with these topics: nature, cities, sports and famous persons. If you have any comments or wishes, please type in the chatbox. Enjoy your reading!

utorak, 19. srpnja 2016.


St. James's Cathedral.

Šibenik (Italian: Sebenico) is a historic city in Croatia, located in central Dalmatia where the river Krka flows into the Adriatic Sea. Šibenik is a political, educational, transport, industrial and tourist center of Šibenik–Knin County and also the 3rd largest city in the historic region of Dalmatia. It is the oldest native Croatian town on the shores of the sea. 

Early history
Unlike other cities along the Adriatic coast, which were established by Greeks, Illyrians and Romans, Šibenik was founded by Croats. Excavations of the castle of Saint Michael, have since proven that the place was inhabited long before the actual arrival of the Croats. It was mentioned for the first time under its present name in 1066 in a Charter of the Croatian King Petar Krešimir IV and, for a period of time, it was a seat of this Croatian King. For that reason, Šibenik is also called "Krešimirov grad" (Krešimir's city). Between the 11th and 12th centuries, Šibenik was tossed back and forth among Venice, Byzantium, and Hungary. It was conquered by the Republic of Venice in 1116, who held it until 1124, when they briefly lost it to the Byzantine Empire, and then held it again until 1133 when it was retaken by the Kingdom of Hungary. It would change hands among the aforementioned states several more times until 1180. The city was given the status of a town in 1167 from Stephen III of Hungary. It received its own diocese in 1298. In the 14th century, "Vlachs" were present in the hinterland of Šibenik. 

Under Venice and the Habsburgs
The city, like the rest of Dalmatia, initially resisted the Republic of Venice, but it was taken over after a three-year war in 1412. In August 1417, Venetian authorities were concerned with the "Morlachs and other Slavs" from the hinterland, that were a threat to security in Šibenik. The Ottoman Empire started to threaten Šibenik (known as Sebenico), as part of their struggle against Venice, at the end of the 15th century, but they never succeeded in conquering it. In the 16th century, St. Nicholas Fortress was built and, by the 17th century, its fortifications were improved again by the fortresses of St. John (Tanaja) and Šubićevac (Barone). The Morlachs started settling Šibenik during the Cretan War (1645–69). The fall of the Republic of Venice in 1797 brought Sebenico under the authority of the Habsburg Monarchy. After the Congress of Vienna until 1918, the town was (again) part of the Austrian monarchy (Austria side after the compromise of 1867), head of the district of the same name, one of the 13 Bezirkshauptmannschaften in Kingdom of Dalmatia. The Italian name only was used until around 1871. In 1872, at the time in the Kingdom of Dalmatia, Ante Šupuk became the town's first Croat mayor elected under universal suffrage. He was instrumental in the process of the modernization of the city, and is particularly remembered for the 1895 project to provide street lights powered by the early AC Jaruga Hydroelectric Power Plant. On 28 August 1895, Šibenik became the world's first city with alternating current-powered street lights. 

20th century 
After World War I, Šibenik was occupied by the Kingdom of Italy until 12 June 1921. As a result of the Treaty of Rapallo, the Italians gave up their claim to the city and it became a part of the Kingdom of Serbs, Croats and Slovenes. During World War II it was occupied by Fascist Italy and Nazi Germany. Communist partisans entered Sibenik 3.11.1944. After WWII it became a part of the SFR Yugoslavia until Croatia declared independence in 1991. 

Main sights 
The central church in Šibenik, the Cathedral of St. James, is on the UNESCO World Heritage list. Several successive architects built it completely in stone between 1431 and 1536, both in Gothic and in Renaissance style. The interlocking stone slabs of the Cathedral's roof were damaged when the city was shelled by Yugoslav forces in 1991. The damage has since been repaired. 

In the city of Šibenik there are four fortresses, each of whom provides spectacular view on the city, sea and nearby islands. Fortresses nowadays serve as a tourist sightseeing with each of them having unique offers to tourists. 
* St. Nicholas Fortress (Croatian: Tvrđava Sv. Nikole) is a fortress located on the island called Ljuljevac at the entrance of Šibenik channel across from the Jadrija beach lighthouse. 
* Tvrđava Sv. Mihovil 
* Tvrđava Sv. Ivan 
* Tvrđava Šubićevac 

Natural heritage
Roughly 18 kilometres (11 mi) north of the city is the Krka National Park, similar to the more famous Plitvice Lakes National Park, renowned for its many waterfalls, flora, fauna, and historical and archaeological remains. The Kornati archipelago, west of Šibenik, consists of 150 islands in a sea area of about 320 km2 (124 sq mi), making it the densest archipelago in the Mediterranean Sea.

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Davis Cup 1/4 F - USA vs. Croatia 2-3

USA was looking to win for the first time against Croatia in the 2016 Davis Cup by BNP Paribas quarterfinals in Portland, Oregon. An incredible first rubber saw Jack Sock fight back from two sets down to beat Croatian No. 1 Marin Čilić 46 36 63 64 64. John Isner followed up to beat Borna Čorić in straight sets 64 64 63 giving the Bryan brothers a chance to win the tie for USA. 

Marin Čilić and Ivan Dodig came out firing in a decisive doubles rubber to win 62 26 62 64 starting the Croatian comeback. 

Čilić brought Croatia level with a straight sets win over John Isner setting up a thrilling winner take all fifth rubber up. Čorić defeated Sock 64 36 63 64 to complete the first-ever win for Croatia from 2-0 down.

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ponedjeljak, 21. siječnja 2013.


Vegeta is an all-purpose food seasoning. It contains several types of dried vegetables in a unique and original combination of natural vegetables and spices.
Vegeta adds flavour to dishes and gives them a delicious taste. It accentuates the flavour of the main ingredients in all dishes. It enriches the aroma of dishes and can be used in a variety of ways.
Vegeta is added to dishes while cooking, roasting or marinating. It is used to enhance the flavour of meat, vegetables and other types of dishes.

Vegeta fans will surely be pleased to hear about the news coming from Podravka to store shelves - new glass dispenser for 400 g of this renowned universal food seasoning. In the last 50 years as it was launched to the market, Vegeta saw numerous innovations in design which changed its shapes and packaging materials, but the quality remained unique and unchanged. The harmony of several kinds of vegetables and spices improves every meal, so today Vegeta is an ingredient one cannot imagine cooking without. For years Vegeta refines the meals on all continents, and its great success is a result of constant investment into new technologies, production lines, product research and development.
You will easily recognize Vegeta in glass dispenser on the shelves because it retained its blue colour, the vegetables and the chef. With this new packaging Podravka rewards the trust and fidelity of the consumers who have been recognizing its added value for half a century and with much confidence they identify themselves with this renowned food seasoning as a part of their culinary tradition.

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srijeda, 2. svibnja 2012.

Great croatian sports moments - Iva Majoli wins Roland Garros in 1997

It was the first Grand Slam championship for Majoli, who became the lowest-seeded woman ever to win the French Open. Majoli had such ferocious command of both her forehand and backhand that her opponent, Martina Hingis, who had won 37 straight matches, was made to look ordinary, while Majoli was majestic.The tall Croat never faced a break point on her serve and finished off the top-ranked player in the world in 1 hour, 21 minutes with a 6-4, 6-2 victory in the French Open women's final.

subota, 31. ožujka 2012.

Eurovision 2012 Baku - Croatian entry

Croatian broadcaster HRT this year decided to internally select one of the nation's top female artists, Nina Badrić in their quest for glory on the Eurovision stage.

Nina Badrić is one of the most successful and most awarded Croatian musicians, whose career has successfully lasted for the past 20 years. Accomplishments, rewards and popularity are following this musician beyond Croatian borders, where she’s been dubbed the best and most favourite pop singer from the former Yugoslavian region year in, year out, by both audiences and music professionals.

In the nineties Nina commenced a solo singing career, heading music charts all over Croatia. She is a multiple winner of the Popularity Oscar, awarded by the professionals and audiences in Bosnia and Herzegovina, Montenegro and Serbia. Besides a terrific voice that many compare to those of divas like Angie Stone, Alicia Keys or Mary J. Blige, Nina is characterized by many as one of the most complete musicians today. Her personality, charm, or the so called factor X immediately win people over, and as far as her looks are concerned, many claim that she has been one of the most beautiful Croatian singers for years.

Nina Badrić’s face was recognized as the face of the world campaign for Frederique Constant luxury watches. The campaign with Nina’s trademark face graces billboards all over the world and numerous fashion magazines, such as Vogue, In Style or NY Times. She is known as a person that gladly takes part in many humanitarian activities. Nina Badrić is a singer who has tried her hand with every musical genre, from pop to jazz, leaving her specific mark of recognizable and strong interpretation in each of them. She writes most of her songs, and it is with an original composition that she plans to represent Croatia at the upcoming Eurosong competition. From

ponedjeljak, 30. siječnja 2012.

Croatia defeat their Bronze curse

Photo: Sascha Klahn for the EHF

Croatia have defeated their curse in place 3/4 placement matches: After having lost the three Bronze finals at the EHF EURO events in 2004 and 2006 and at the Olympic Games 2008, this year they finally made it to the podium in Belgrade. In a tough struggle on a medium level the Balkan team took a 31:27 victory over Spain.

It was the second Bronze medal for the Croatian men after 1994 and the in total fourth EHF EURO medal after winning Silver in both 2008 and 2010. Ivano Balic and his team-mates managed to extend their medal series at EHF EURO events. On the other side Spain seemed too tired and too weak to win their in total fifth EHF EURO medal.

After the final whistle the Croatians danced on the field and jumped for joy on the bench. Top scorers were Balzenko Lackovic and Daniel Sarmiento with seven goals each – both were later also awarded best players of the match.

Both teams caused an enormous number of technical errors in the game, especially before the break, lost balls and missed passes or chances. Both seemed to be tired and uninspired – and also hectic. The Croats had fate in their hand to control the game after a great start.

Thanks to their HSV Hamburg duo Igor Vori and Blazenko Lackovic (eight of 12 Croatian goals in the first half) they had no problems to take on a 10:5 lead, as the Iberians were unlucky in attack.

It took them 23 minutes to score their third field goal. But suddenly the Croats lost their rhythm, did not hit the back of the net for seven minutes until the score was 11:7. Led by right wing Victor Tomas the Spaniards started a catch-up chase up until the half time score of 13:12.

Thanks to Spanish improvement in attack and a decreasing performance of the Croats the game was open again.

When Tomas had to leave the court due to a thigh injury, the Croats were back on track with a four goal margin after 39 minutes. Still Lackovic took the responsibility, scoring in an unstoppable way from the left back position, assisted by Ivan Cupic’s penalty goals.

The general performing level remained low, the number of mistakes was still high on both sides. But by taking the easy fast break profit from some missed Spanish shots, the Croatians increased the gap to six goals at 22:16 – and seemed to be on the winner’s in the middle of the second half.

All of a sudden not the game on court caused the loudest cheers from the stands in Beogradska Arena, but the announcement notice that Serbian tennis star Novak Djokovic had won the thrilling six hour five sets final of the Australian Open against Rafael Nadal in Melbourne – the first of three titles Serbia hope to win on Sunday including the European Championship Finals in handball and water polo.

Those emotions from the stands seemed to give the exhausted handball players some intermediate extra power. Life and passion returned to both teams, with their final 12 EHF EURO minutes to go and a Croatian five-goal lead.

But – as usual in this EHF EURO – nothing was decided yet. The Iberians received a great amount of penalty shots, which brought them as close as two goals four minutes before the end. But when Roberto Garcia failed from the seven meter line and Ivan Cupic scored his seventh goal to 29:26, the Croatian Bronze curse was finally broken. In the end Igor Vori decided the Bronze final with the 30:26 which made their bench jump for joy.

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petak, 24. lipnja 2011.

Seth Kugel: Croatia - Take your parents to work week

In the U.S. media has been published another article describing Croatia as a desirable destination. This time Croatia was fascinated by Seth Kugel. Its full text we are transmiting on this blog:

"It was Take Your Parents to Work week at the Frugal Traveler, and you should see my office! Pine-covered islands jutting out from a stretch of the Adriatic that shifts from deep navy to aquamarine like a color-coded relief map; stone houses with red-tile roofs clustered improbably on the sides of mountains and along the edges of the harbors and swimmer-friendly coves filled with fishing boats. The company cafeteria’s weekly special? The freshest fish, squid and octopus, with sides of local cheese and thin-sliced prsut (sounds like — and is like — prosciutto). And my Slavic office-mates are just about the nicest people I’ve ever worked with.

The only problem is, I can’t get them to stop speaking Croatian.

Actually, that’s not really true: the English skills and hospitality of the people in Croatia were enough to quickly and utterly charm my parents, the highly seasoned travelers Peter and Judy Kugel, who flew in from Boston to join me for Week 5 of my frugal Mediterranean tour. As for all Croatians being wonderful, I can only vouch for those on the Dalmatian Coast that includes the southern mainland and islands that seem chipped off it.

For only a moderate step up in budget from our family adventure in Nicaragua last summer, my parents and I were able to live comfortably and meet many more local residents. That’s because of Croatia’s fantastic lodging system, in which families rent rooms (sobe) or apartments (apartmani) on their property or attached to their own homes. Private lodging provides almost four times as many beds in Croatia as hotels do, at least according to recent government data, and staying with hosts offers not only a peek into their family life but also a source of genuine insider advice.

That’s especially important in Dubrovnik, where most residents stay the heck out of the place most tourists make a beeline to: the impressive but overpriced walled old city. On my first and last nights with my parents, we stayed in town in a great neighborhood, a 20-minute walk from the old city’s main gate, in a two-room apartment attached to the home of the talkative Tony Djuric. It cost us 60 euros a night, or $88. (Prices are commonly quoted in euros, although the Croatian kuna, about five to the dollar, is the currency for everyday transactions.) We barely met Tony’s wife, but we accompanied him, his 10-year-old son, Luka, and Luka’s classmate to a local beach and the grocery store to buy treats for Luka’s last-day-of-school party. Tony seemed thrilled to talk about his job (he’s a “commercial man” at a bakery – we think he meant salesman, but aren’t sure) and his country’s complicated history.

For the five days in between we hit the islands. We spent two nights on the deeply pine-treed Mljet (population just over 1,000), where we stayed in two rooms owned by Andro and Ane Strazicic. Always around were their daughters, their friends and a kitten who tried every cute way possible to sneak onto the table for the grilled fish feast that Ane prepared for us for 100 kunas apiece. (My room cost 200 kunas a night; my parents’ was 240.) After Mljet we went to Korcula, where we stayed for three nights with Maria and Zeljko Seledin and their 7-month-old baby, Petar, who wore a bib that read “my mother loves me” in Croatian.

Maria charged us 60 euros a night for a two-bedroom apartment with a huge living room and kitchen, and a deck with a dramatic view across deep blue waters to the stark mountains of the Peljesac peninsula. She made phone calls for us and regaled my parents with the tale of how she had met her husband when he worked as a fisherman off her native island of Lastovo. She even let my mom hold the baby.

Still, I’d like to think my mom had a better time with me than with Petar. As an adult, traveling with my parents has always been fun. We share an adventurous attitude and an aversion to overspending, which isn’t surprising as my brother and I scrimped and laughed with them on many family vacations. We also have compatible senses of humor. My father, a retired college professor, is responsible for one-liners, which are about one-third hilarious, one-third predictable and one-third groaner. Here are two from this week:

In a small-town cafe, an upbeat pop song in Croatian comes on the radio.

Me: This is a kind of catchy tune.

Dad: I love the lyrics.

After two chatty German bikers swerve around me on a path through Mljet National Park, I raise the ancient but long-debunked Kugel family myth that my dad secretly speaks German.

Me: Dad, translation please?

Dad: “Who’s that jerk in the middle of the road?”

My mom, who works as a university dean, is a more sentimental type: “It’s like a dream being here with my husband and son.” But she has her own brand of humor, as she showed when we walked along a harbor where several gorgeous boats were docked: “I don’t know why these three attractive people walking down the street are not invited onto one of those yachts.” She is also the energetic enthusiast, and was thrilled when we rented a tiny, bright orange Fiat convertible for 10 hours (420 kuna including gas) to get around Mljet, posing on it like a teenager for my dad to take photos (and for me to take a picture of him taking the picture, a staple of Kugel family albums).

Though we could afford a car rental for only one day on each island, those days were probably the highlights. We got to drive on high-elevation roads, staring down at stunning coves; and we could poke around little towns, deciding where we would have stayed if we’d had a car the whole time (or a yacht).

On Mljet, the clear winner was a tiny town called Prozurska Luka, a round harbor with a nearly perfectly cone-shaped islet in the middle; it looked as though it had harbored aspirations of growing up to be a volcano but switched to pine forest management halfway through. We had been enchanted by Prozurska Luka from the road far above in the morning and agreed to head down for a late lunch-early dinner toward the end of the day. The lone restaurant in town disappointed a bit (my parents didn’t like their seafood risotto and I couldn’t get through my black risotto, made with cuttlefish) but the view of the island didn’t.

The runner-up was St. Mary Island in Mljet National Park, a spot popular with day trippers from Dubrovnik. St. Mary is a tiny island on the larger of the park’s two lakes (technically inlets) that you get to on a boat (the ticket price is included in the 90 kuna park entry fee). There’s a 12th-century monastery on the island, as well as a restaurant, but the highlight was a path that leads behind the monastery to a little grassy not-quite-beach, from which swimmers can glide through some of the most perfectly still water I have ever seen outside a Poland Spring bottle. It was so calm that moving through it creates not a splashing sound but a noise more like wind chimes or the slow crushing of a very thin wine glass.

Mljet is all about calm; Korcula has more action. Maria’s and Zeljko’s apartment was a 15-minute walk from the teardrop-shaped old city, which is supposedly the birthplace of the explorer Marco Polo. (Evidence is flimsy; the city was controlled by Venice, but long-form birth certificates from the 13th-century Venetian Republic have been lost.) The old town is remarkably picturesque and more genuine than Dubrovnik’s, but we preferred Racisce (pronounced ra-CHEESH-cheh), a fishing village where houses hug the slope down to the harbor; exploring the alleys and paths that separate the homes behind the main road is a bit like wandering a completely unspoiled old city, though one not quite as old.

Still, probably our favorite place of all was Gera, a restaurant run by Zeljko’s sister Stela in her agritourism lodge in the town of Zrnovo. Dinner is served on white tablecloths that cover wooden tables on a porch overlooking the gardens. I had an exquisite pair of just-charred, juicy squid; my mom had a “first-class” (white meat) fish and my dad had a made-from-scratch meat bisque with noodles in it and pork brochettes. To drink, Gera’s house-made red wine; on the side, fresh eggplant and green pepper and zucchini drenched in homemade olive oil and grilled perfectly. (“I have never had an eggplant that tasted that good,” my mom said.)

“Will you come back to Croatia?” Maria asked us as we took in the view from our porch (er, her porch) on our final day, back in Dubrovnik.

My parents have been around the global block, so they knew the correct answer was, “Of course,” even if it were an outright lie. But they might just return. My mother regrets not making it to the allegedly gorgeous Plitvice Lakes National Park, and my dad has rated the Croatians the nicest people in the world. What had started as a chance to see their son at work ended in a three-way love triangle of my mother, my father and a country. I was a mere chauffeur and one-liner straight man.


My parents flew British Airways to Dubrovnik via London, and got socked with $1,475 round-trip tickets by reserving late because their no-good son couldn’t confirm his schedule. That no-good son breezed in on a 58 euro ferry from Bari, Italy. From Dubrovnik, Mljet and Korcula are the easiest large islands to get to, though most people miss out by not staying on Mljet. There are plenty of sites for Croatian apartment rentals online, and if you can afford a car on Mljet or Korcula you can easily find places to stay in our favorite villages, Prozurska Luka and Racisce. You can get in touch with Tony in Dubrovnik at or his site, Andro and Ane on Mljet at, and Maria and Zelko just outside the town of Korcula town at or through their site. June and September are the best months to go; in July the Europeans stream in, and August is an all-out Italian invasion.


It was all going so well. My parents and I split most things three ways (though I paid for my own room at Andro’s and at Ane’s), which, predictably, meant savings. And even more savings than I expected: my parents may not tolerate youth hostels or unsanitary conditions as well as I do, but they sure know how to scrimp on the food budget, taking to my one-restaurant-meal-a-day policy with vigor, grocery shopping daily and preparing breakfast at our rental apartments and cheese-meat-and-fruit picnics for lunch. (I frequently bend my rule for a pizza slice or a prepared sandwich.) With just three hours to go in the week, I had spent 58 euros for the ferry and 412 euros for my share of our adventures, a full 30 euros under budget. Then, thanks to a miscommunication with the gas station attendant, we somehow managed to top off our rental car’s gas tank with diesel. My share of the damages ate up that surplus pronto, and my final tally was 497.96 euros.

A previous version of this post misstated the ages of Petar Seledin and Luka Djuric: Petar is 7 months old and Luka is 10 years old."