Waited all day for an e-mail that the lady called about the Old Town apartment. Finally got
word after I came back from dinner that she had raised the rent and wanted a $400 deposit, which I would lose because I would be leaving sooner than I told her. It’s a dump and not worth what the rent was previously, so I’m back to square one. Going to try the apartment I found last week, which is supposed to open up in a day or two. Otherwise, may have to do what I did in Costa Rica – find another town to locate in.
My friends here turned me onto a Croatia-language Web site for apartment classifieds that I’m starting to figure out (http://www.njuskalo.hr/iznajmljivanje-stanova/zadarska). It’s in Croatian and Bing does not translate Croatian, so I have to copy and paste into my desktop translation widget in order to read the listings. Discovered today they also have a link to send a message. Previously, I thought you had to make a phone call and that’s not going to work so well for me without the language knowledge. So I e-mailed in English and Croatian to 6-7 apartments and waiting to hear back. My friends have helped me a bunch but maybe it’s time to take things into my own hands again.
To relieve the boredom, I walked to Old Town late afternoon with my fishing gear. The weather is changing here and there was a brisk, chilly wind off the sea. Found a jetty on the sea wall and started throwing my lure to empty water, watching the boats cruise by, the kids playing and swimming and the female sunbathers. No bites.
There were a lot of people on the jetty and many were eating food and had drinks. I noticed that some of their trash had blown into the water and no one seemed to notice. Very disheartening, given how clear and clean the water was. You can see the bottom 15 feet down. I thought it was a shame that these young people were ruining a resource they obviously so loved. Then two little girls, maybe 8-9 years old, saved the day. They jumped in and retrieved most of the floating trash. That’s something you wouldn’t see in the U.S.
My plan also called for treating myself to dinner so I went looking for a konoba-style
restaurany Anita had pointed out to me previously. She says the konoba restaurants serve authentic Croatian food. Seems like they specialize in rissoto dishes with various fish included, as well as some other fish dishes. There was a Dalmatia beef stew with gnoccis, some beef dishes, fried fish and shrimp, and lots of pasta dishes. The food here has a heavy Italian influence, caused by the many times the area has been controlled by its neighbor across the Aegean. I tried the mussles and a small order of spaghetti carbonara. The mussles were almost inedible, although tasty from the garlic. The pasta had a too-heavy cream sauce. Everything was all carte, including water and bread. If you want Coke for your drink, you pay extra, too. Never been to an Italian restaurant that charged you for bread. The place is called Konoba Stomorica and it’s right in the middle of Old Town. To top it off, the waiter made me wait 20 minutes for my check. The price was OK, $22.60, but all I got was basically two appetizers and a drink. I do not recommend.
Walked back to the hostel in the dark wondering what day 11 would bring.