Today we went on a small trip to the island of Pag, which is an hour and a half away from my home.
It’s beautiful when you drive there because part of the road goes along the sea, you cross the gorgeous and famous Pag Bridge, which is often closed when strong bura winds blow, and then just before entering the island of Pag, after passing the most famous saltworks — “the place where the most sea salt is collected” in Croatia — you drive along a road lined with beautiful reeds, so you feel as if you’ve entered another world.
It was wonderful, but I don’t think I could live on the island of Pag because in winter it’s far too dead; you can hardly see a single person anywhere.
Before reaching Pag, we stopped right before crossing the Pag Bridge and took some photos of the bridge and the surroundings.
There’s also a cute fast-food place there, but it was closed.
It has a charming sign showing the exact distance to various places in kilometres from that starting point.
The view from the bridge is stunning.
You can see the entire bridge, with mountains and the channel on one side, and the open sea on the other — truly beautiful.
When we arrived on the island of Pag, we took a walk around, crossed a small local bridge under which little boats pass.
Only three cafés and one restaurant were open in all of Pag.
After taking some photos, we sat down for a coffee at the café that looked the nicest to me.
It had real lemon plants both outside and inside, and at first I thought they were artificial.
The coffee was quite bad, but it’s fine — I won’t complain because the atmosphere and the company were lovely, and that company was my wife and son, the most beautiful company a man could wish for.
After our coffee, we slowly headed towards the car, which was parked about 1 km from the centre where we were at the time.
We passed by two churches, one closed and the other under renovation, but the renovated one was open for entering and praying, which is what we did.
Unfortunately, not a single souvenir shop was open, so we didn’t buy any souvenirs, and I usually buy a fridge magnet everywhere I go — it’s a sort of hobby of mine.
On the way to the car, we also photographed the statue of Bartol Kašić, the “father of the first Croatian grammar.”
When we continued our trip, we had to stop by the Pag saltworks and take photos — it’s really huge, and there are tons of salt in bags waiting to be delivered to store shelves across Croatia and throughout Europe.
We also wanted to buy real Pag cheese because it is one of the best-known and also one of the most expensive cheeses in Croatia, but the lady selling it had closed the shop 15 minutes earlier, so we’ll probably have to visit Pag again in spring to buy the cheese and of course a souvenir.
I hope you’ll like the photos, and if you want true peace, this is the place for you, although in summer it livens up a bit and fills with tourists for those few months.