Of course, not everything is fun and games
in this region. We discovered that when we first drove into Trogir. From
the road, Susan saw some columns at what looked like some kind of ruins.
Well, they were ruins, all right, but of a more modern type. Just above
the pretty little farm with the retiled roof, we had stumbled upon the
remains of what looked to be a fairly extensive bar. It was completely
destroyed - shattered - even the bathrooms had been torn apart. When Breck
started picking up bullet casings, the eternal question sprung to mind,
and Susan hurried everybody back to the car wondering "Could there be land
mines here?" Reading later, we found that there had indeed been fighting
in these hills, and it broke our hearts to realize that this pretty little
town we had so enjoyed had been the scene of such recent hatred.