Hot, hot, hot, sweaty and smelly, yum yum, in love with life! (unbearably light also perhaps???)
Aaaargh!
This is my second attempt at writing on how it feels to be back here. Hot. Sticky. Smelly. Grande! Driving through the country, looking out of old Karosa window, my heart feels so unbeleivably full, almost as if it was going to burst inside of me! My heart in my chest feels like hugging everything around with my eyes, to keep it forever inside of me, the colours of the trees, the fresh smell of mushrooms in deep dark woods, oh so typical, so normal, squinting into the depths of the brown and green forests, listening, expecting secretive sounds of hidden life!
Well, that's how it has been since I came back. That's a week. Today is the first day that I spent mostly travelling or sitting inside a building, slightly boring for no one was around, but no cramps (zadni krece) for am going on a midnight picnic, am going to sit on a meadow and drink wine and philosophise.
I came on Thursday night, said hi to Grandma and Grandpa, de-packed and re-packed and off I was again on Friday morning to a cottage in the mountains where i was reunited once again with the usual suspects of Papradno Action, this time Bellova Chata 2004 (last year it was Bellova Chata 2003, quite obviously I would dare say). Four days spent in isolation, in soft embrace of the breeze humming in the leaves of the trees surrounding...
...goulash, spekacky, grilled chickens, bread, oh yes, that Slovak bread and mustard, lots of mustard and dear God, lots of vodka and even more borovicka (for clearing and disinfecting purposes only) and today I can honestly proclaim self being utterly and completely hundred per cent (=> 24 hours) sober.
And, indeed, one really does not need to wash that much.
Oki, I feel this enough for today. Backpack still full, still on my shoulders, but I am at home.
1 Comments:
tut tut tut...i thought that after last year's experience roni-self was gonna stay away from the slovak vodka... bisous Fab
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