The Bluest Water I Have Ever Seen

Hey guys, happy Friday! I am back with part 3 of 5 of our Mediterranean adventure Zach and I went on in June this year. If you have been following along, you know that we started our trip in Venice, Italy and moved on to Croatia. Montenegro was our next stop on the cruise.

In all honesty, before this trip, I could not have pointed out Montenegro on a map. I mean, I vaguely understood it was in the Mediterranean, but that's about as far as I would have gotten. It's a little embarrassing to admit my lack of geography awareness but I am doing it here on the internet anyway so you all can understand why I had basically no expectations at this port. All Zach and I were hoping to do was to see something cool and eat something yummy.


When we got off the ship everyone in our group loaded up on to speed boats and headed off to some caves that were supposed to be cool. Don't get me wrong, the caves we got to swim in were spectacular. They were these incredibly smooth cutouts from years and years of the sea beating against the rock. What was really mindblowing, though, was the water. Right before we gt to jump off the boat into the water the tour guide told us that the water was about 6 meters deep. Looking over the edge of the boat and not being used to working in metric units I immediately thought that the guy meant 6 feet. I could see straight to the bottom where the rocks and plants were. It wasn't until Zach jumped in and I could see where his legs reached in contrast to the bottom of the ocean that I realized the ocean floor was actually approximately 18 feet down.


Maybe this post is making me sound... not so intelligent. I mean, I didn't know where Montenegro was and I temporarily thought that 6 meters meant 6 feet... If you could have seen the water in Montenegro, though, you would understand. When you go to the beach here in Southern California you can hardly see the ocean floor once the water is shin high. If you go to the bay you might be able to get in up to your knees before you lose sight of the bottom. To be able to look over the side of our speed boat and see eighteen feet straight down through the most beautifully clear turquoise water was almost too much to comprehend.


After a short swimming break our tour kept going. We saw submarine hideouts from World War 2, tree-covered hills, and the cutest little coastal towns full of brightly covered buildings. About halfway back to the port, we stopped for lunch at a little beach. We ended up eating lunch at this sea-to-table fish restaurant that sat right over the ocean. Our lunch had to be the freshest fish I have ever eaten. We chose a gigantic snapper and had it grilled up for us. Zach chose this meal as the best one of the trip!

Our last stop before getting back on the boat was at a little church called Our Lady of the Rocks. Apparently, a long time ago the people living in the area took over 200 ships, filled them with rocks, and sailed them out to where the church sits and sank them. Once they sank enough ships they were able to build the church on top of it. t used to be a church used for weekly services and people would sail to church each week. Now it is just used for special occasions like baptisms and weddings.

I still can't get over the color of the water in Montenegro. The water all throughout the Mediterranean was beautiful, but the water we got to swim in that day was really something else. Have you ever seen something so common and unique at the same time? What was it? Now that I know traveling means finding things as mind-blowing as the water there I know to be on the lookout!