So, we decided to take flights out to Istria and try and find the house we’d spotted online, but were getting still no responses from the sellers to our calls and emails. Bonkers? Yes, of course. But sometimes, you just get that feeling

Summer flights from Manchester to Pula were stupidly inexpensive – £60 return for two of us. And, this time with Thomsons – so not only more legroom than other budget airlines, but with drop down screens showing the flightpath. A map geek’s idea of heaven 🙂 We’d booked a car from Pula airport – and our stress free experience here has sort of set the scene for most things, Istria. We bonded with the woman doing our car hire over a love of pens – hers had just run out & I loaned her one – and anyone who knows me, knows I don’t do this lightly. However, she appreciated my pen – and that was it. I’d already fallen for Istria & its pen-loving car hire employees. My love was sealed when we were upgraded to a bronze VW Golf from the cheapo rental we’d done. My love was further sealed when she explained where we’d find our hire car – at the far end of the car park, and right next to the field of sheep. And yes, we could have stroked the sheep, they were so close to the car…

Off we headed, out of Pula and up the coast to Rovinj, a place we had pored over online – a town that looked like a mini Venice, so excitement was high. As we’d landed quite early, we took the opportunity to explore the coastal coves and roads off the beaten track, leading to isolated beaches – even in July, in the height of summer. But none of these roads, coves, beaches could prepare us for Rovinj…

We have previously blogged about where we stayed in Rovinj, and at the time had no idea that this breath-taking coastal resort was going to be quite so close to our new home…

Next up – Finding The House…