A day off-season in Istria
Tekst i slike: Marianne Camille Srebrenka Cvitkovic
Marianne Camille Srebrenka Cvitkovic je Erasmus studentica s pariškog sveučilišta IESA Art&Culture School, koja ovaj semestar provodi na našem Sveučilištu i aktivno istražuje Istru i Hrvatsku kroz putopisne kolegije. U zanimljivom eno-gastronomskom putopisu usporedila je turističku ponudu Dalmacije i Istre, osvrnula se na problem ljetnih gužvi, a posebno su ju zaintrigirale istarske delicije!
I
was lucky enough to experience Istria before the coronavirus lockdown, around
the end of February.
Of course, at the time a lot of touristic activities, restaurants and museum
were closed to the public since we were off-season but that did not bother me.
I actually don’t enjoy the « touristic » atmosphere you can find on
holidays, especially in Croatia. I have been visiting Split for years, and I
have started to fall out of love with the city since the filming of Game of
Thrones brought a new hype to Dalmatia. Now, you simply can’t properly enjoy
Split, Zadar or Hvar and the beautiful culture that they have to offer. Because
of the new popularity of the region, the locals stopped offering authentic
experiences and started branching out to spring breakers, festival goers, party
fanatics…in short young people looking for noise, fun and alcohol. During my
last trip, my friend and I could not walk in the old city streets without
having night club promoters street-marketing us in French and inviting us to
this or that bar. Even more aggressive to my eyes, the old city in Split is now
adorned with a Game of Thrones shop, its flashy and cheap designs next to majestic
2000 years old walls.
I don’t solely hate the tourist season because I’m a snob. I hate it because
the Croatians have started to hate me in return. After days and days of dealing
with tipsy and obnoxious foreigners, the locals have little to zero patience.
Add this to the fact that French people have earned the rightful reputation of
being just the absolute worst -inside and outside of our frontiers- and be
assured that any interaction between May and September is doomed for me with
any Dalmatia citizen the minute they hear my accent. My dad never took into
teaching me his parents’ language, so for the moment I can only speak so
little…and the little I know don’t fool the civilians. Even if I came here to
eat prsut in peace and stroll in museums, I’m instantly grouped with the rest.
Long story short, I have renounced for the moment to visit Croatia in Summer.
But still, I was very nervous of how it would compare to actually living there,
and how different my experience would be.
I’m glad to say that apart from a bus driver trying to rip me off 30 kunas and
a cashier rolling her eyes at me, it has been quite positive. I was right to
think the rise and rush of crowds have an effect on the local’s mood.
Switching of region also made a difference. It’s no secret that Croatians have
a strong opinion about their neighbors, even if it’s from a few kilometers
away. The people in Pula always smirk when I tell them my home base was Split
for a while. A waiter plainly stated “They’re mean. They’re crazy. Here, we
drink coffee and relax.” I can’t be as opiniated as him, but I would probably
back his claim about Dalmatians. I don’t know if it’s something in the water
but people in Istria have been incredibly welcoming. They don’t only let me
breathe in the same space as they do, they genuinely want me to think here is Heaven
on earth.
But again, the difference in character must have a lot to do with dealing with
dozens of Americans all day or not. I’m not so sure I would have had such
charming interactions in July.
Compared
to my siblings and I, my mom knows very little of Croatia. She remembers the
visits to the family-in-law and she remembers soup the most. So, when she came
to visit before the beginning of my classes, I had to be both hers and my own
guide. After a quick visit to the Tourist Center, we left with a few maps scribbled
with recommendations and promotional magazines. Sadly, we knew most of the
restaurants recommended in the Time Out Gourmet in Istria were either closed or
very vague about their hours on Tripadvisor. But she and I were set on
exploring Istria, even if it meant just walking in silent marinas for hours. We
had a car, no fixed plans and I was very excited to discover my new residence a
little more.
A
revelation came to me pretty quickly: right before the season was when every
place was getting renovated. So unoccupied landmarks did not mean silent. The
cities were sometimes filled with the buzzing of construction machines, right
next to unbothered rare clients splayed in terraces. We often thought we were
just a couple of weeks early and could have really enjoyed the locations much
better in March. News would prove us wrong with the covid-19 lockdown. Little
did we knew; we were taking the last chance to travel before the epidemic.
Our first stop is still our favorite to this day: Motovun. Croatia as a whole
is a heathen for truffles-afficionados, but the forest around Motovun has one
of the best harvests; both in terms of quantity and quality. It was only
obvious to start our trip there as my mom has been obsessed with truffles since
her thirties. I don’t share her frenzy for the expensive mushroom I find
overbearing, but I still live to eat.
On the way to Motovun, we often got distracted by the scenery, most precisely
the soil. The palette of red earthy tons, coloring the white fences and doors
along the road with a tint of rust was so striking. The decor reminded us some
of the Flemish paintings we had observed during one of our weekly museum
visits, where nature invades everything, and even the figures painted can’t
distract your eyes from the bushes and the trees. We immediately made plans for
her next visit to buy hiking shoes and go explore the wilderness.
We arrived around 11am and parked the car next to the old cemetery. The view
was even more breathtaking from up there, as you could have a full panoramic
view of the vines and farms around, and the kind climate had already started
spring early. Everything was of a very tender and fresh green, next to the
maroons of the earth. We walked around the city and the ramparts, more to kill
time before noon: we had come mostly for Mondo, the restaurant recommended to
us. Furthermore, there was not a lot to do in this season in the already very
small village: even the church was closed to visits. Everything to be done was
done in a couple hours. Eventually, Mondo opened and we rushed to a table,
surprised to see we were far from being the only ones. Even during a week day
off-season, situated up a hill that would discourage most, the restaurants was
half full at the opening. That was a very good sign.
All the stars and certificates owned by Mondo were well-deserved. I devoured my
pistachio and pancetta pasta plate, and my mom talked of her elaborate radish,
truffles and egg-parfait for days after our lunch. To top it off, we had
desserts (a rare event for our savory-inclined selves) and then swore to come
back every time we could. We digested by walking around the small cemetery,
comparing Italian and Croatian names on the tombstones as I gave her a quick
brief on the local history. We then left for Porec, listening to Aretha
Franklin in the car, my mom still marveling at her truffle-filled degustation.
After
such a gorgeous and unique city as Motovun, things could only get downhill for
the rest of our road-trip. Porec was making us frown, with its giant headboards
for the local attractions (a water-park, a zoo-reptilarium…), reminding us of a
deserted and even more commercial Split. The only notable activities there that
you would not find in any other Croatian city is the seaside and the Byzantine
Basilic. The seaside walk is very charming and clean, so unless you’re
terrified of seagulls it’s really worth a look. The Byzantine Basilic is a
well-preserved landmark, the visit is well organized throughout the rooms; and
it’s interesting to read all the explanations about the organized religions and
cults at the time. The artefacts are not all that marvelous, but the few that
are do make the price of the ticket worth it!
Will I go back in Porec? I don’t really plan to. Again, it did not strike me as
jewel, especially right after the incredible village of Motovun. It might be
the fact that my main motivation during traveling are food and nature…but I
stand my ground.
We
returned after that to Pula, where my mom was staying for half a week. We had
dinner at Jupiter, one of my favorite restaurants in the city. My heart belongs
to Napoli when it comes to pizzas, but Jupiter still holds its place in my top
5. My mom wanted to try cevapi again after a few years, and was surprised how
tasty the meat was, as she usually goes towards seafoods. We took care to
scratch this itch at the market the morning after, which she also really liked.
We both agreed that no matter what the future months would look like, I would
be very satisfied, being so close to all those delicious and fresh products.
Overall, the mix of Croatian and Italian cultures in Istria makes the local
cuisine very complete and intriguing and was one of the reasons for my choice
in the Erasmus Program.
And while I might not now have access to Jupiter, the market, and lost the
possibility of strolling in and out of cities, this travel around Istria
confirmed for me I picked the right city. I’m not sure I would have had such a
pleasant experience living in Zagreb or in Split. Who knows, I might even stick
during the tourist season!
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