Girls Do Istria

Organized pick-up from Pula airport brings you to our private Istrian villa. Everyone arrives from different places — some nervous, some excited — but the villa’s waiting, drinks are open, and the first dinner around the table turns polite small talk into real laughter fast. Phones down, stories up.

Cobblestone streets, pastel houses, little boats in the harbour, and a walk through the old town (with stories you don’t forget).

Then we do it properly: gelato, photos, beach time, swim, snorkel, sun.

Sunset drinks (salty hair, someone’s oversized shirt), dinner by the water, lots of laughing.

This is the kind of day you don’t plan — it just happens.

After breakfast we head to Buje — tiny, photogenic, easy to lose track of time. Then Grožnjan: cobbles, lavender, galleries, jazz drifting from somewhere you can’t quite place. The main event is Rossi Winery — five generations, prosciutto, cheese, olives, cocktails and wine on a terrace over the same hills you drove through. We say two hours but last time no one wanted to leave 🤭

Not everyone’s a “horse person” until you’re on the trail. Homemade rakija, meet your horse, then ride through vineyards, paths and open fields. Local kids share how they train; you leave with shaky legs and big respect. After, we go straight to the beach: swim, snorkel, nap in the sun. Sunset turns soft pink and orange over the water. Back at the villa: dinner, stories and sleep that comes easy after a day like this.

Boat to Brijuni with wide fields, quiet paths, a stillness that slows you down. Safari-style surprises: zebra, elephant, deer, donkeys. We will swim, float, laugh, play cards and create even more inside jokes (as if we don’t have enough already haha). Sunset turns gold, peach, pink and the sun drops right into the sea. And we think to ourselves, how is this my life!

Morning starts in Motovun with Miro Tartufi, a rakija welcome, truffle dogs leading the way, soft forest paths, and finding truffles yourself.

Back at their house, the table is full: eggs, cheeses, oils, spreads, even truffle cake.

Coffee in Motovun with views over endless green hills.

Dinner later will be delicious, local, and worth every bite. But be careful, you might be dreaming about it later!

No alarms, no “be ready in ten.” Pool, beach, a stone town nobody’s heard of, or nothing at all — read, nap, journal, pizza and wine on the terrace. If the mood shifts, we dress up and make a night of it. Unplanned on purpose: room for the best kind of spontaneity.

Suitcases, half-full coffee cups, last laughs at breakfast — then check-out. Organized drop-off at Pula airport. Time in the old town if we can: matching bracelets, coffee in the square, hugs that don’t want to end. You flew in solo; you leave with a full camera roll and friendships that already feel like “what’s next?”