This is the Adriatic. But not the glossy version.
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“We’re talking konoba taverns where the waiter shrugs when you ask for a wine list. He just points: ‘Our red. Grandma’s recipe. Take it or swim.’ amateur allure adria
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Here, a fishing boat chugs by at 6 a.m. The old man on it whistles off-key. Your neighbor’s laundry drips onto your rosemary plant. The beach is pebbles—so bring those thick-soled sandals. This is the Adriatic