It was a crisp, cold morning. Waking up in the hotel room, for the first time on that trip, it felt like winter. We had been lucky with the weather in Prague and Budapest, and other than a rainy day in Vienna, all told we had been blessed with a mild November in Europe. Our first morning in Cesky Krumlov brought a light dusting of snow, and a great breakfast. Again, it felt like we had the place to ourselves.
The morning was simple for the sole reason that all we had to do was exist. Life should be more like that, all the time in fact. Wake up, lounge in bed, eat a great meal, dress appropriately, make sure the cameras have film, and choose a direction. Explore, love, laugh, find a pastry shop and eat whatever your heart directs your finger to point at in case you don’t speak Czech. As long as you learn Prosim (please) and Dekuji (thank you) things will go fine, just remember to order coffee with those pastries.
Belly full, new friends made, promises to never forget and off to make more pictures. Simple. The way it should be.
