Krka (10/7)

After getting acquainted with the comrades last night, Mike, Colleen, George, Judy and I go on a private tour to the Krka State Park. Along the way, we stop in Sibenik, where I had already visited, and got an insider's look at the history of the place. Our tour guide is an endless reservoir of knowledge.

We get to Krka about a half hour before the rain. It's a natural wonder.

A boat ride takes us to a mezzanine of waterfalls and wooden paths suspended over soggy moss, rivulets and rocks. All of us are wet and totally delighted.

Tomorrow, I meet my mother's first cousin, Vanja, mother of Boris, and her husband, Mirko. Then board the gulet and sail away to our first island adventure in the rain, of course.