I’ve been praying for rain, which may seem like a strange thing for an atheist to say but it sounds so much more poetic and meaningful than saying “I’ve really, really been hoping it would rain.” Unfortunately, it happened while we were in the car, driving from Liberec back to the cottage, so it was a bit scary but we got there all right.
There, we were basically rained in, but I was the only one bothered by that. The TV was on in Czech (Sam wanted to watch football but Dan and Waldek were watching some bicycle race) and everybody was speaking in Czech over the TV, kids were screaming (our 2, Lenka and Dan’s 3, the oldest of whom is the same age, within a week, as our youngest.) That was the coolest thing about the weekend, meeting the new baby for the 1st time.
I sleep less than most people, but it’s awkward there because I always get up 1st and nobody is awake but somebody is sleeping in every room of the house. Often I get up early and go out for a walk but that was not an option. I did get one in a little later, when it had slowed down to a drizzle. The land looked beautiful, and clean.
In the afternoon, we took a trip to Sychrov castle, where we were married 8 years ago. The kids were not particularly interested in that, but they liked the aquarium (which was really dull) and the dragon exhibit, which was pretty cool but very small. For me and the wife, though, it was quite a romantic journey.