Nomadic. Storyteller. Soul searcher. Experience hungry. Music carnivore. Dreamer of better things.
I won’t lie, I was certainly apprehensive as we first pulled up to our hotel outside Split. At first glance the place seemed to be in a horrible area, and the building itself was unattractive and uninviting. I suppose I was hoping to stay in Split itself, in some plush resort where one could be pampered and people would be at your beck and call.
But the girls booked the accommodations. Day after day though, I fell in love with the subtle charms of Hotel Krilo.
Having only eight simple rooms, located right on a boat harbor connected to the Adriatic sea, one could sit on the balcony and enjoy the sea air with a stiff drink from the downstairs bar. Family run, the staff would bend over backwards for you.
I would go on long walks along the beach, feeling completely safe. The rundown buildings in the area weren’t from neglect, but more from the harsh weather conditions from being on the sea. Old ships and discarded fishing equipment added to the charm.
We would come home from a long day of exploring to home cooked meals and bonefires on the shoreline. Local music would play from nearby homes as boats would gently rock in the harbor.
Quiet, quaint, and utterly charming, this was actually the perfect place to stay while exploring the Dalmatian coast of Croatia. Thank you Hotel Krilo.