It’s where my husband is spending the next two weeks, rediscovering his heritage. Along for the ride are his mom, uncle and two cousins. Olib is a tiny island off the coast of Croatia, somewhere in the Adriatic Sea. It is remote, rustic and untouched by tourism. Believe me, the only things there are an internet café (with one computer), a bar, and two restaurants. I should know, we went there in 2004 and my daughters were bored and unimpressed. At the time, they couldn’t appreciate the natural beauty, peaceful atmosphere, and most of all, that Olib is the place where all four of their paternal grandparents were born. Maybe they will appreciate it as they grow older. I have read in travel magazines that the islands of Croatia are the next “in” place to holiday in Europe. I hope that Olib stays the beautiful, pristine place that it is. Have fun honey, see you in two weeks.