Croatia: Renting from Captain Morgan

So my fellow traveler has written far more comprehensively about the highs and lows of a week in Istria. Thus, I shall only briefly write my own observations from our week in this lovely Italian-influenced region of Northern Croatia.

The Captain Morgan Myth. Local legend has it that Captain Morgan, he of the rum and other pirate-related fame, came ashore in Croatia and settled in a little town now, predictably enough, called Mrgani. According to at least one local, the myth must have some kernel of truth to it because folks in this town have the surname Morgan, which sure isn’t Croatian.

Anyways, some enterprising locals have renovated a farmhouse in said town and now rent it to mostly British, occasionally American, tourists like us. Thus, we came to rent Villa Captain Morgan. All credit is due to Jon for finding the place, which was ridiculously affordable and lovely. Four sizeable bedrooms, fireplace, good kitchen, pool, trellised yard. Plus very private, as the whole thing was walled in, I presume originally to keep the chickens in, but it works nicely for a vacation house. Mrgani is nothing but quiet – no stores, cafes, nothing – but it is scenic.

There’s also a little gem of a site about ten minutes down into the valley called Dvigrad. It’s a cluster of Roman ruins on a hill and is apparently a town that was abandoned when disease came calling. It is completely unregulated, so there’s no admission fee or sign – you just clamber up the hill and around the ruins. Despite the lack of protections, it’s remarkably well-preserved and a neat, quiet little spot with views of the valley.

The Hill Towns. Due to a period of Roman occupation, Istria has a smattering of hill towns, a few of which we visited. Motovun was cute, although I don’t think it could occupy more than an afternoon. And the German high school tour group that spent the afternoon we were there bellowing drinking songs from the bar at the top of the hill made it rather less quaint than I would have hoped. Nonetheless, a good place for a stroll to the top, a café, and a stroll back down.

We made the, I think it fair to say, mistake of eating at Zigante Restaurant, the self-appointed truffle mecca of the area, just down the hill from Motovun. Now that we’re back, the New York Times tells me we should have eaten at a joint in Motovun called Barbacan. Regardless of whether Barbacan is actually good, the lesson of the truffle restaurant is that the best thing is the truffle cheese, available in any of the tourist food shops on the main drag in Motovun.

We also took a sunset walk through Groznjan, maybe a twenty-five minute drive from Motovun. I wish we would have gone earlier in the day, as the place is chock full of galleries, many of which were closed. Groznjan was even more scenic than Motovun – broad views, little alleys with flowerpots, a church with benches under arching trees, rows of cypress trees on your way out of town. Serious chamber of commerce brochure stuff. Anyways, we didn’t eat there, but the guidebook consensus seemed to be that Bastia, where we had an espresso, is the place to eat.

We did not make it to Opatija, which was a bit further afield, but that was the third of the recommended trifecta of hill towns.

The Seaside Towns. Villa Captain Morgan was about thirty minutes’ drive from the seaside town of Rovinj. I found this place to be a real gem – a peninsula with the church of Saint Euphemia and its campanile on top and Venetian houses cascading down to the rocky shore line. A farmer’s market at the bottom of the hill to keep you well-fed, harborside cafés to keep you caffeinated, and lanes going up and down the hill for some strolling. Not too much to speak of craft and shopping wise, but I suspect with a few more years that will change. If I were a sailor, I think Rovinj would be the perfect port to cruise into for a weekend.

Aside from our farmer’s market shopping, we ate a few meals in Rovinj. As with pretty much all of the restaurants we tried in Istria, a few lessons.

• Choose seafood over pasta. Despite the Italian roots, the Eastern European roots seemed to win out most of the time with pasta, resulting in sauces that seemed like they were made with more cornstarch than anything else. Grilled fish, scampi, and octopus, however, was more successful. This was true at Giannino’s (+385 52 813 402) and La Puntulina (+385 52 813 186), the two places we had dinner and Marina Gostionica Osteria (+385 52 811 063), where we had lunch on the harbor.

• Stay away from the local varietals. The predominant white grape was Malvazija and the predominant local red was Teran. Neither was very good. Our few wine successes came from ordering a locally made Chardonnay and a dessert wine from Arman vineyards.

• Don’t be afraid to choose based on the view. On the whole, the food was not spectacular in Istria, so I would definitely advocate for choosing the best seaside view. We spent a cocktail hour and a subsequent dinner at La Puntulina, a restaurant hanging over the rocks, with the perfect sunset view. Overpriced for the food, but worth it for the location.

• Take a boat ride, but bargain with a smaller guy and skip the canal. We hired a boat to take us to the Limski Canal, billed by all the books as being “like a Norwegian Fjord.” But first we tried to take one of the big charter boats, and the people essentially ran away from us instead of bothering to take the boat out with six people. The guys with smaller boats hang around the Rovinj harbor, sometimes with a sign up. I’d bargain them down a bit (I think we paid $20 a person for a few hours), and then take a ride. Skip the Limski Canal, though. The coastal areas and little islands are much more scenic. We didn’t see any for rent, but a sailboat would be ideal, as the waters are pretty calm.

We also spent a day in Pula, at the tip of the peninsula. It has a grand Roman ampitheater, but unless you’re a big ampitheater buff, I’d say skip it if you’ve been to Rome. My takeaway from the visit was that it was interesting that the Romans had made it to Pula and bothered to build a smaller ampitheater there. Pula is nice enough, and a bigger town than Rovinj, but it is a working port, so its seaside areas are neither walkable nor particularly scenic. Mostly due to big shipping cranes all over the place. My view is that a seaside town without much seaside isn’t much worth a visit.

For next time. Things we didn’t do, but I wish we had:

• Eaten more donuts. I think the culinary highlight of the trip may have been these little donut holes that were sold by street vendors in Pula and Zminj. Should have had more.

• Done some bike riding. The roads from Mrgani north to Motovun and Groznjan would have been great for doing some bike rides. Unfortunately, my gimpiness precluded anything that active.

• Spent more time on the water. Although the hill towns were cute, I think the bottom line is that the Adriatic is the real draw in Croatia. It was a bit chilly for swimming and such, but I think any future trip will have to involve sailing.

• Spent more time, generally. In keeping with one of my general travel principles, a week is not long enough for a vacation to a new place. Two weeks is better.