"Hey, what a lovely house" said Chantal. And who am I to counterdict her.

I just enjoyed playing "our little house", the full moon, candle light at the terrace upstairs, .. a very special place there!

From the moment that we entered the gate, under a sparkling sun, and especially when entering the house, we realised that we entered a different world. We were immediately impressed. An overwhelming impression that we carried with us the whole week. Everything on the house feels right. Until the 'instructions' that we received before leaving home. Just one comment: the alarm. It does not make a modest BIEP sound. No it is a frightening overwhelming sound that will even shock the deaf. Certainly when it happens in complete darkness and streaming rain.

Balini's surroundings realise all expectations. Nearby Motovun is most charming; Groznjan is evenly beautiful (just to the right access road). And finally a request to further visitors to verify the following:

* Croates drive as chaotic as Italians, smoke like Turks, work as Slaves, drink as Germans, talk in a local slang that no-one understands, and look at your wife as if she is Claudia Schiffer.

* Livade is the place where you find the majority of the (male) population and especially the public administration, especially in and around the bar (near the local supermarket).

* Croate rain is fuller as what we know in Belgium.

* Truffles are the best what there is (of course after Claudia schiffer).