Czech In/Out

I took two weeks off and visited a couple of places around our sweet Europe with a motley crew; Austrian, American, French, Bavarian, Greek, Ukrainian... We celebrated two birthdays together, hoisted people up on chairs, sang and drank and lost our woes, too full of the prevalent beauty, happiness and cheap booze.

Here is just a little something:

Stepped into Prague feeling less than fresh; somehow thought I'd arrived before I'd even left: still in Linz; sweetest Austria, where everything was Paradise- an easy life; unbound nature- the space, the lakes- freedom, friendship and thoughtfulness. How could I not know this place, when I had eaten its fruits, drank the juice of its grapes and supped the waters of its abundant fields of barley... and more than this. And Prague, with its beautiful, old brick, built up walls and concentric pathways around and loud, empty streets, now moves about me, and all the more, with everything, I am filled. Such were the visions of my dreams, but lo! I am awake, and so, my dreams have been made real.

   It's every part the life I envisioned for myself; in every way like the literary life that ensnared me when I read the books of the bourgeois boheme; in this fine suite and all its space- high ceiling rooms full of light and surrounded by the most beautiful company. We stroll around, at leisure, all in and out, of our drunken, loving haze. We cry, we caress, we kiss. We play music, sing and dance and support one another; I bathed in pink, fizzing, bliss then sat to a late breakfast of dark bread, pate, a fresh tomato, cheese and pickles and a tall glass of thick milk.  We prance down cobblestone streets, locking arms and in rapture. I learnt to stop looking for love, and then I woke up in it.