Morning coffee by the Trebižat, sunset swim in the Adriatic. Welcome to the strange magic of Herzegovina, where rivers and mountains hand you off to the sea before your playlist finishes. From Čapljina the coast is so close it almost smells like sunscreen.
Finish breakfast in Čapljina, hop in the car, roll south on the M17, and keep an eye on the rear-view mirror. In about forty-five minutes the bright green of the Neretva delta fades into the glitter of open water. The road winds through citrus groves and stone villages, then suddenly there it is: the Adriatic, so blue it looks like someone tweaked the saturation.
Locals use this proximity like a life hack. Sweltering inland afternoon? "Ajmo na more." Drive, dive, dry off on warm pebbles while inhaling grilled calamari from the nearest konoba, then head back before the goats block the road at dusk. Visitors are shocked to realize they can hike Prenj in the morning, swim the Trebižat at lunch, and be floating in salty waves by late afternoon.
Staying anywhere near Čapljina or Sommerhagene Resort means you live between limestone ridges and the sea breeze. In the morning the mountains frame your view, by lunchtime the horizon widens into endless blue. Few places in Europe let you swap landscapes so fast that your wet hair is still drying on the drive home. So the next time someone asks if Herzegovina has a beach, tell them it does, about thirty minutes down the road, waiting with open arms and a salty kiss. Bring a towel, leave your worries, and enjoy an Adriatic afternoon.