On the way to the Italian Alps, we decided to sleep in Croatia’s Krk island which is conveniently located somewhere in the middle. An old timer, the island is full of little villages with spectacular views of the Adriatic and is often riddled with tourists. The town of Omišalj, however, turned out to be a little gem where things just seemed to move at a different pace. The mostly empty passageways and tiny squares were generally ruled by cats and the few people we saw appeared to be semi-oblivious to our wandering around the streets of stone.