We ate in the shade of a glorious walnut tree as the warm, sun settled behind us. Our kind hosts served up a simple meal of grilled pork, bread, blitva – a traditional Dalmation dish, and salad made with home-grown vegetables and home-made wine.
It’s not just a beach on an island that draws our family back year after year; as a child, my dad used to go swimming at the same beach where we taught our boys to swim. He would jump off the highest point on the pier, even once riding his bicycle into the ocean. This year I finally got to see inside the little room where my great grandmother used to cook (called a komin) and watch local women make my favourite food in the world, prsurate.
