That feeling of bittersweet nostalgia when you reach your final destination… Here we were in Dubrovnik, the pearl of the Adriatic. At the tail end of our three-week journey, thousands of miles away from home, we found ourselves in the mood to settle down and do absolutely nothing but lay out in the sun and rethink our lives during long-winded, pricey seafood meals. We found our bliss on the Southern side of the old town. A cliff bar called Buza; a sunny hole in the wall where languorous service is made tolerable by the almighty sound of waves crashing against the rocks. Later that day, we took a taxi to the marina and lured a sailor to take us on a cruise in time for sunset.
