I think I stopped with Mljet, an island with a National Park. We took a bus to a salt lake and then took a boat to an island with a monastery on it, on which we went swimming.

We wandered around and stuff some more then went back to the harbor and had a group dinner.
I'm too lazy to remember the exact order that we did stuff after this so here's a basic idea of what we did.
Dubrovnik: My favorite place we went to in Croatia. We walked along the walls of Dubrovnik for a while, which was really pretty. We also wandered randomly along the alleys of the inner city for a while which was very touristy but also interesting.

In Hvar there was a castle that only Sarah and I decided to walk to. The rest of the Australians decided to stay on the boat. The castle was pretty cool. The most interesting part was the dungeons. Tiny steps led down into a dim room with jail cells in it.

Also in Hvar, an orange fell into our bread basket while eating dinner. It was pretty exciting. The orange however was quite bitter (I tasted it).

Korcula was an island (I think?) where the supposed "birthplace" of Marco Polo is (no one really knows where he was born). Sarah and I decided not to pay to go in there. This is some pretty building in Korcula.

Here is a tiny island in the middle of nowhere with some random building on it.

Every day on the boat the cook would make delicious food for us. One day after lunch one of our Croatian crew members shouted: "look there is something interesting! something interesting over there!" "Something interesting" turned out to be a tunnel that was used during one of Croatia's many wars to hide ships in.

While in Croatia, Sarah and I noticed that many Croatians had an attitude problem. For example, almost all of our waiters (with one exception that I can think of) were very strange and/or rude. One of them insisted that "of course I know North Carolina Michael Jordan was at North Carolina, of course!".
To get back to Italy, Sarah and I took the over night ferry again. However, when we went to check into the ferry company Jadrolinija, the woman behind the counter told us that our tickets were already printed. When we told her no one gave them to us, she obviously didn't care at all and just told us again that the tickets were already printed in Ancona and that they gave them to us, the computer says so it must be true. So we had to buy new tickets, from a different ferry company of course, and ended up sleeping on the floor because they were out of actual seat tickets. anyways we made it back to Ancona then took the train to Rome. Rome will be continued in the next entry.