Only those who've had the adventure of living abroad know how Croatia smells. Most others inhale that wealth for granted. They dare not even notice it.

​Stepping into a random metropolis of everyday life after a vacation in Croatia is an emotional challenge. That something that cannot be shaken off or ripped out settles to the bottom of the chest. Not that it hurts. It depends on the day. Sometimes it's heavier, and sometimes, it is under the accumulated shenanigans of life, pretending it's not there. Sometimes it just doesn't let you breathe.

Nothing will bring back memories like a scent. And not only memories but also the emotions associated with them as well.

There is an island in front of the City. Since ancient times, it has been an island with a lovely scent, and it wasn't named Lokrum for no reason. It smelled good both to the Benedictines and the unfortunate Maximilian.

When you learn to swim there as a child, when you play or laugh at peacocks, or maybe walk along the paths with your crush, you breathe in the scent of happiness in Lokrum.

Every visit to the island is a return to happiness for me. Back to childhood. Return to the beauty of simplicity.