#baška

[nrosei]

A little bit of sea 💙

[offstage-euthymia]

Island Krk, Baška - is in the cove making two separate mountain paths for climbers.

Some photos are from 2019 and some are from 2021

[tomvukzg-blog]

🖤♾️

[debrink]

Hotel Volavic

Baška • Jugoslavija (now Croatia)

[nemirna]

Prvić from Baška

[delicatuscii-wasbella102]

Baška, Croatia

[mindsmade]

the evening sun is setting. a warm and salty breeze tries to draw so mi's attention to the purple-marbled sky ─ but her gaze is fixated on the peaceful features of vince. baška is only one stop of their trip around the world and knowing that she will be with him in every single city makes her unable to pick a favourite destination. ❝ what are you thinking about right now? ❞

This might just be the cleanest air he's breathed since leaving that mountain-side lake in Oregon — and maybe even that can't compete. There's no magnificent city polluting the area a few miles away, dumping poison into the Adriatic Sea or spewing fumes into the air in mainland Croatia.

There's blissfully little here, except for a sleepy little town downhill. The two of them have seen a fair number of them since setting foot in Europe, but each one charms him in new ways he's never before experienced.

The desolate ghost towns he travelled through when young could never live up to this. Nor could Night City.

Funny, he thinks, or stupid, how every new place he comes across somehow takes his mind back to Night City and his life leading up to his arrival there. In some twisted sense, it symbolizes a rebirth: a step away and out of the self-contained urge to simply not exist, to not be present, ever, anywhere.

All the shit that transpired there, the cosmic scale of the disappointment and downfall, somehow made him want to live again; to get a second chance and grasp it with both hands.

And that's how he wound up here — still alive, somehow, and nowhere near as cripplingly lonely as he was while surrounded by tens, hundreds and even thousands of people.

There is only So Mi standing beside him now, with not a single soul to infect the sacred, safe space she represents. At her side, he feels like he's ten feet tall.

That sensation still feels all too foreign to him, with a first instinct telling him to repress it breaking the surface of his thoughts. It'll never change, but for both his sake and So Mi's, he can learn to overcome it, at least.

Her question draws his attention back to the present — first to the karst landscape dissolving into the mountains in the far distance, then to the core of the town below, where the valley meets the shore, and then – inevitably – to So Mi.

A lopsided smile touches his lips. ❛  How I achieved the impossible with you,  ❜ he gives, admittedly somewhat cryptically. He knows that. All the same, he dares extend his arm around her shoulders, drawing her against him.

❛  This was a good shout. Think we should get some grub down there? Maybe catch some of that sunset at a shitty plastic table filled with food?  ❜

[jirihrdy]

Baška Voda

[giuliadaley]

Baška Voda, 2022

[checkitoutjoe]

Som passande når ein er i Syden i oktober starta dagen med eit bad i Adriaterhavet før frukost i Baška Voda. Men til skilnad frå ein vanleg sydenferie tok me deretter turen til Hercegovina i B&H. Ved lunsjtider kom me til Mostar der me vandra rundt i gamlebyen. Kikka på brua Stari Moster som vart nedskoten under Balkankrigen, og var innom eit museum om folkemorda i nemnde krig. Idag kunne me nyte eit mykje fredelegare B&H, og på veg ut av Mostar var me innom Blagaj med Blagaj Tekke. Dagen vart avslutta med innkøyring til Dubrovnik i Kroatia på kvelden.

[petpav]

Dumping grass in the container at the end of the day. Baška, 10/2022

[nrosei]

što se tiče mora, mora se 🤭😻

[a-typewritten-blog]

Memorial Room Dr. Zdeňka Čermáková (1884-1968) who worked in Baška for 55 years as a doctor, with the sacrifice and love she gave the inhabitants of Baška. She left a lot of precious things to the museum, and here we want to keep her a lasting memory.

The typewriter appears to be a 1910s Underwood #5, which would fit the context of her beginning her practice in 1911.

[soldier-like-me]

22.2.14 baška ti, baška sve. Always

[nemirna]

Baška, Krk, Croatia.