Split – Where Did That Name Originate?

Summary

Two travelers, Adrienne and her companion, discover the historical name of Split while enjoying local cuisine in Croatia.

Abstract

In the narrative "TRAVELLING WITH ADRIENNE," the author recounts a journey to Split, Croatia, where curiosity about the city's name leads to an unexpected discovery. Upon arrival, Adrienne and her travel partner are intrigued by the English-sounding name of the city. They quickly learn the origin of the name after settling into their accommodation within the ancient Diocletian Palace. While dining at a nearby eatery, they notice an old photograph labeled "Spalato," which prompts a discussion about the city's previous name. The travelers' serendipitous find provides them with the answer to their question, reinforcing their compatible travel dynamic and shared interest in local history and culture.

Opinions

The travelers find it unusual that a Croatian city has an English name.
They are open to trying local food, as evidenced by their ordering of an Istriana pizza.
Adrienne, initially not a beer drinker, enjoys a local beer due to her thirst, suggesting a willingness to embrace new experiences.
The travelers are portrayed as inquisitive and engaged with the local culture and history, as shown by their interest in the old photograph and the city's name origin.
The author implies that their travel partnership is successful due to their shared curiosity and appreciation for the places they visit.

I wanted to know and so did my travel partner

Photo by Erilyn Wedd, used with permission.

We didn’t have to wait long to find out. We didn’t even have time to google it. We thought it strange that a city in Croatia would have an English word as its name.

As soon as we had lugged our bags up to the top floor of the ancient Diocletian Palace where we are staying for the next two nights, we headed out to find food. We didn’t have to go more than a few steps.

“Pizza?”

“Yep. I’m starving.”

We ordered the Istriana pizza ( tomato paste, mozzarella, prosciutto and truffle cream)

to share hoping it would fill our empty bellies. It did not disappoint.

I saw a lemon drink in the fridge and asked was it cider.

“ No, beer.”

I’m not a beer drinker, but was too thirsty for a red wine. It was the best beer I have ever tasted. I think I’ll go back and buy one to take away.

While eating our pizza, we saw an old photograph on the wall above our table. It was labelled Spalato.

Erilyn commented, “Do you think that’s the old name for Split?”

Photo by Erilyn Wedd, used with permission.

“Mmm, maybe,” was my reply. Of course she was right. We had unwittingly found an answer to why it’s called Split.

Maybe that’s why we travel so well together. Some people wouldn’t give a rat’s arse about the origin of Split’s name.

Thank you for reading.