Croatia- paradox of beauty and chaos

After a terrible journey on the train, we arrived in Split, Croatia. The train journey needs some mentioning. Having left Vienna and arrived in Zagreb at midnight, we boarded the train to Split near one in the morning. Imagine a tiny train that groans, creaks, and makes belching noises. It looked like a war train from the Second World War.
Once we had hauled our bags on the train, we were told there were no seats. We ended up sitting on our suitcases in the corridor, being lurched from side to side. I saw a crying mother hold her baby in her arms, sitting on her suitcase. What a journey.
After an hour, I took a walk along the corridor. I finally ended up in a carriage, practically empty. How come we were told the train was empty?
When I asked the conductor about the empty seats, he threw his arms up angrily and hurried away. I had to bargain and bribe him to finally get seats that mysteriously became "free" for an extra ten euros...
The next day brought more joy. We took the ferry from Split, a beautiful city, and ended up in Vela Luca, a small harbour village which boasts turquoise water, grilled fish to die for, good wine and rocky beaches. Croatia is, to be sure, beautiful. The rocky mountains, the ever changing colour of the sea, the taste of salt on your skin, the deafening sound of crickets... this is Croatia. We spend our days lounging in our apartment, lying on the beach, singing and playing the violin (my friend is a violinist) and drinking good wine.
It is also chaos and panic. You have to fight to get what you want. People are friendly, but I also get the feeling we are indisposing them as tourists. I often feel like an annoying mosquito. Strange feeling....
So far, my vocabulary has been limited to "dobar dan" (good day) and "hvala" (thank you). Let's hope it will expand soon.
So this is Croatia, a mixture of breath taking beauty and chaos. I often feel like I am in paradise (when in the water) or in hell (on the train). In any case, it is... great.