This past weekend we took a pleasurable diversion on the coast of Croatia. We have found a favorite place in the town of Rovinj, which sets peacefully on a spit of land protruding into the Adriatic Sea. We have stayed in other towns along the coast but the view and the dining choices have won us over.
Many places have a pig roasting on a spit, sometimes two, and you can smell it from several hundred meters away. Many of the restaurants feature truffle based cooking as this is a truffle area extraordinaire. We have found some creative chefs who offer items such as smoked sea bass mousse, fried octopus, marinated fish salad and octopus salads. Prices have risen this year but are still under what we would find in Italy. It makes the three hour trip from our home more worthwhile when you know what you will experience at the end of the road.
turn down the sound and watch the short video
However, this weekend, a weekend celebrated in America, Memorial Day Weekend, I, an unsuspecting American, blundered into an exasperating bit of Europeacana—my words. Without realising that Austrians have a four day weekend, due to some holiday of theirs that the Italians do not have, I ventured forth into a catastrophe. No problem getting into Croatia, the border guards were all smiles, quickly waving cars through without spending much time looking at passports. But on the way back—Oh my, what a mess!
|Back Up All The Way|
Part of the problem is due to the fact that Slovenia, which one must drive through to reach Italy, has been diligently checking passports and watching for people trying to sneak into their country. Coupled with the four day holiday it made for a cast of characters, trapped in their tiny Euro cars, all feeling hopelessness over the tremendous traffic jam.
We were stuck in the lines for over three hours. Much of the time we were not moving at all, and just when you turned your car off, you would have to start up and move ahead one car length. A big part of the problem stemmed from the side roads that were also feeding into the main highway, and they were pushing back the tide of traffic. We sat for two hours, studying roadkill, waiting, and angrily watching devious drivers ruthlessly passing the parked three lanes by driving on the emergency lane to get ahead. People with cars pulling trailers, camping vans, convertibles, and vehicles full of 20 years olds with loud music heartlessly drove past us. Some people think they deserve to push their way past! After you watch this for several hours, you begin to realise that these cheaters, who refused to wait like the rest of us, were causing the line to be stagnant and unmoving. The reason being that somewhere up ahead the emergency lane was nonexistent and they had to move back into the normal 3 lanes.
The stagnant situation became so bad that people had to leave their cars and venture off into the forest in order to relieve themselves. When there was no forest, we saw large towels being held by others as a fence for bathroom problems along the road. This became a serious problem for some. The only thing good about this was that is was not very hot, which would have made it unbearable and probably more hot tempers. People here do not have pistols under the seat, thank goodness.
This is where I personally come in to the story. Before I say anything I want you to know that I usually try my best NOT to be an ugly American. I make an effort to be polite, not very noisy, and blend in with the locals. I have been around American groups in Europe, and I know how people here regard their bad manners, stupid comments, and loud rude behavior. I am not one of those. I am horrified by the action of Trump shoving the Montenegro President aside and then standing and posing as if he was so special. I try not to offend people. However, this weekend, I stepped up to the plate in the name of all those people waiting in that traffic line, and not using that emergency lane to beat the system.
A large Austrian SUV pulls up along our car in the emergency lane. Up ahead the emergency lane had jammed where it funnels into the 3 lanes of highway. The driver’s window lowers, and a bleach blond, sunburned, face with hanging jowels leans out. He points to the funnel and begins to tell us his sorrowful story of how they have travelled for two hours and need to take cuts in the line, asking us to let him in. This guy had gumption! He had already snuck by 1 1/2 hours of traffic jam by using the emergency lane. What I said to him was not the color of love. With the rash decision of a teenager I began to give him my thoughts. “Who do you think you are? Are you better than the rest of us, taking cuts, cheating your way to the front of this mess? We have all sat here for over two hours, and you just think that you can push your way to the front, where ever that is? “
I didn’t know if he knew English well enough to understand me, but I had taken a “shot” and said what needed to be said to all the cheaters sneaking by. This man, an Austrian was a bit taken back that someone would actually speak up to his entitled behavior. His face changed as he realised that he had met an ugly American who at an old age stands up for justice and against people who think they are privileged. BTW the police had an emergency and had much difficulty clearing the emergency lane, which couldn’t move. A medical emergency of some type, they slowly sirened their way through the mess of parked cars. Person like this Austrian could cause someone to die if they needed to reach a hospital quickly.
After another hour we crawled along and eventually saw the border at the bottom of the hill. We finally escaped from the traffic after the border. The Croatian border guards check your passports, and then at another stop the Slovenian guards do the same, running passports through an electronic device to catch those sneaky border jumpers. I wonder the expense of fuel for those thousand cars waiting to leave Croatia?
|Palmanova To Udine|
Later on the autostrada when people driving from Italy towards Austria, meet people driving from Slovenia towards Austria we saw another HUGE jam up of cars. Miles and miles cars were stopped, and appeared to be not moving at all. We were glad to be going to the south in the opposite direction and not back into that holiday mess. Next year I will be looking more closely to possible long Austrian weekend holidays in order to stay clear of 3 hour parking lots.
Here are some photos of the dishes mentioned above. Keep in mind that I, being a person raised in New Mexico, had never seen this type of food when growing up. Having a chance to try these dishes makes up for not being able to find good enchiladas, tacos and tamales in Italy :-)
|To Die For Smoked Bass Mousse|
I never thought that anyone would attempt to fry octopus.
My Favorite Main Course
|marinated fish on left, octopus salad on right|