Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a bartender in Trogir is like riding a rollercoaster. One minute you’re chillin’, the next you’re dodging flying bottles. So, let’s rewind to this morning. I woke up late, of course. The sun was blazin’ over the old town, and I could hear the waves crashing against the Riva. Trogir, man, it’s beautiful, but it can be a real pain sometimes.
I rushed to the bar on Trg Ivana Pavla II. You know, the main square? It’s always packed with tourists. I swear, if I see one more selfie stick, I might lose it. Anyway, I get there, and my boss is already on my case. “Where you been?” he barks. I’m like, “Dude, chill. I’m here now.”
So, I start pouring drinks. First customer? A couple of American tourists. They’re all like, “What’s the best drink?” I’m thinkin’, “You’re in Croatia, try a rakija!” But no, they want cocktails. Ugh. I whip up some mojitos, and they’re like, “Wow, this is amazing!” I’m like, “Yeah, it’s called fresh mint, folks.”
Then, outta nowhere, this guy stumbles in. He’s clearly had too much to drink. He’s yelling about how Trogir is the best place ever. I mean, I get it, but dude, calm down! He starts talking about the Kamerlengo Fortress. “You gotta see it!” he says. I’m like, “Yeah, I work here, buddy.”
But then, he drops his drink. It spills everywhere. I’m furious! I just cleaned that bar top! I’m about to lose it when he looks at me with these puppy dog eyes. I can’t stay mad. I just roll my eyes and pour him another.
Later, a group of locals comes in. They’re loud, laughing, and just having a blast. They order shots of šljivovica. I love these guys! They’re always up for a good time. We start chatting about the best spots in Trogir. They tell me about the little alleyways off Radovan’s Portal. “You gotta check it out!” they say. I’m like, “I live here, I know!”
But then, this one guy, let’s call him Marko, starts telling me about this hidden beach near the old town. I’m intrigued. “Where’s this beach?” I ask. He’s all secretive, like it’s some kind of treasure. “You’ll have to find it yourself,” he says with a smirk.
I’m thinking, “Great, now I’m on a treasure hunt.” But I can’t leave the bar! So, I just nod and smile.
As the day goes on, the sun starts to set. The sky turns this insane shade of orange. I step outside for a breather. Trogir is magical at sunset. The old stone buildings glow, and the sea looks like liquid gold. I take a deep breath, and for a moment, everything feels perfect.
But then, back to reality. A couple of tourists come in, and they’re arguing about where to eat. “I want pizza!” “No, I want seafood!” I’m like, “Guys, you’re in Trogir! Get both!” They look at me like I’m a genius.
Finally, the night hits. The bar is packed. I’m pouring drinks like a madman. I can’t even keep track. Someone orders a drink called “Trogir Sunset.” I’m like, “What’s in that?” Turns out, it’s just a mix of everything. I laugh and make it anyway.
Around midnight, I’m exhausted. I’m cleaning up, and I can’t help but think about how crazy today was. Trogir is wild, man. It’s got this energy that just pulls you in. I love it, but sometimes it drives me nuts.
As I lock up, I glance at the stars over the sea. I think about that hidden beach Marko mentioned. Maybe tomorrow, I’ll go find it. Or maybe I’ll just sleep in. Who knows? But one thing’s for sure, Trogir never lets you down. It’s a wild ride, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.