I did not take this picture because I thought it made my legs look fabulous. I took it because I could not believe how perfectly clear the water was. It was cool, refreshing and hidden. I was standing in Vlaka cove, on the tiny island of Sv. Klement, Croatia. Saint Klement, as it is also known, is a short boat ride from the island of Hvar. Hvar is chic, buzzing with restaurants, clubs and beautiful people. On a July afternoon, my husband and I hired a local boatman to ferry us over to Saint Klement in search of an oasis of quiet and simplicity. After being dropped at the rocky shoreline (no dock), we scrambled up the hillside and noticed a wooden sign nailed to a tree with the words “Dionis restorau” in faded blue paint at the beginning of a stony trail. We climbed the path for five minutes through low scrubby brush and came upon some tables and chairs under an awning, where grilled food was served by the lone waiter/cook from an open air kitchen. We were the only guests. We enjoyed a delicious grilled fish, eggplant and cold beer lunch, and then ambled for fifteen minutes down to the other side of the islet for a nap and a dip in the water. Nobody was there but the two of us. And, by the looks of the clean, clean water, not too many people had been there before us either.