Split is a lot bigger than I was expecting. I suppose I was expecting a small coastal town with red roofs, but I got a thriving city. The red roof bit was true, particularly in the old town, but small is far from reality. I don't mean to give the impression that Split is enormous, just that it's bigger than expected.
Our time in Split was spent wandering around the Diocletian's Palace (a UNESCO world heritage site), 
going to the fruite and veggie markets, and attempting to relax at the beach (I say attempting because I was cold and stayed completely clothed). Greg tried to get some sun, but really there was none to be found.
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The one cool thing we saw in Split was a handball game played in the ocean. We saw a poster advertising a tournament,
so we walked down to the beach to check it out. Apparently, the ball isn't supposed to touch the water, and the guys in speedos are trying desperately to keep the ball in the air using any means necessary. In order to earn extra points, the guys to fall into the water as spectacularly as possible trying to rescue the ball.

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The one cool thing we saw in Split was a handball game played in the ocean. We saw a poster advertising a tournament,
I was glad we'd be taking the 5pm ferry to Korcula.
However, BEING on the catamaran was a completely different story. The wind was strong and the seas were incredibly choppy. I was horribly seasick and scared as well. The water kept hitting the bottom of the boat and making this awful sound. The boat rocked so that on one side of the boat we could see only land (out of the windows) and on the other, we could see only ocean. And back. And forth. And back. And forth.
Anyways, Split was okay, but definitely not my favorite and I don't think I'll go back.
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