Vrbnik is a former pirate hideaway village located on the island of Krk. It boosts about 1000 people, steep streets that make driving impossible in rain and a couple of breathtaking views of waves clashing against rocks behind the main pier. It’s been like this since the dawn of time and it’ll probably never change.
Every time my family takes a trip to Vrbnik, we’re greeted by the same things: houses with entrances completely blocked by plants (a sign of luxury when Vrbnik experiences water shortages in summer), additional doors the height of a dwarf whose purpose (or lack thereof) we still have to discover, cats sunbathing in well-kept gardens and the small, dark, yet cozy gallery that sells paintings by one of my favorite contemporary artists.
I used to think every location goes through its own little (or not so little) evolutions, but Vrbnik isn’t like that. It’s almost as if it reached its peak with pirates hiding stolen goods in the legendary narrow cavern long, long ago and gradually became less interesting afterwards. Today it’s gorgeous and picturesque, but that’s just about all it has to offer.
When tired from everyday stress and obligations, most people yearn for such quaint places where the course of life flows largely uninterrupted. I can stand those for a day or two at most; the reason I haven’t grown tired of Vrbnik is that I’ve never been there for more than 4 hours. When I was younger, I dreamed of relocating there permanently. Now I know that would mean putting at stake everything that made me love Vrbnik in the first place.