Hvar
Hvar has a reputation for being the party island around these parts. Honestly though, we didn’t see it. We are here still fairly early in tourist season so things haven’t really ramped up yet. We did see a handful of beach bars, clubs and discos, but for the most part they either closed early or were relatively calm. Thing will pick up in a couple of weeks when the people show up for Yacht Week, and continuing on for the rest of the summer. What we did see though was another quaint little Mediterranean town nestled into a hillside overlooking the harbor.
At the very top of the hill, If you walk for about 15 minutes up a steep road, there stands an old fortress that you can still walk around. At the top, the views are amazing. You can imagine 16th century soldiers scanning the horizon keeping guard against enemy ships. The coolest part of the fortress was probably the prison, where there were a half dozen dungeon-like cells carved out of the stone.
There was clearly a lot more to is town than we had time to see, so I would certainly come back and explore more if I had the opportunity. Although I feel as though this is a reoccurring feeling I have for every place I visit along this coast. There never seems to be enough time. As per the usual drill, we spent some time wandering the narrow streets of their old town, had a glass of wine, and finished off with some gelato.