Croatia Part 9

The next day our guide graciously drove us to Split, a few hours away. We were staying in Old Split, inside Diocletian's Palace area. Everything was extremely romanesque, as evidenced by the fact that when we arrived we were greeted by the Roman "emperor" himself!

Apparently Diocletian was hated for persecuting all the Christians, and so they threw his real body into the sea. I think this is kind of ironic because nowadays people are trying desperately to retrieve any kind of documentation of what Diocletian did. All that remain are some anecdotes about how he came to power by killing a boar (who turned out to be a politician).

After we took a tour of the city, my aunt and I looked around an old church. There was a statue of an old guy coming out of the ceiling. I assumed it was God, but who can be sure?

Outside, there were street performers everywhere, including an a capella singing group, a guitarist with a singer, and some street performing artists who were... for better words... interesting.

We ducked into a restaurant for dinner and ended up being the only ones there. Will, the one who wanted to go there in the first place, got annoyed at eating by ourselves, but we made him sit there and eat his steak.

To top off the evening, he broke Spring's flip-flop, so she made him buy her a new pair. And a waiter mistook our order of "still water" for "stella artois" (or something like that), a kind of beer.