“Peculiar travel suggestions are dancing lessons from God.” -Kurt Vonnegut
I was irritated at first. The mother of my two Wednesday afternoon students was calling to ask me to come at 5 instead of at 4 , even though I was already on my way.
Kunraticky Les
Anyway, I said no problem, I’d be there. I usually carry a book. It was a nice day. Not yet a really warm day, but the sky was blue and the grass is full of dandelions. And there’s a really awesome park starting right at the bottom of their hill.
There’s a pond, and you walk across the dam and then go left or right, I went left, and you’re in the deep woods, it closes around you when you enter and follows a stream at the bottom of two sloping banks. You feel as if you have left the city entirely.
I pretty much immediately dropped the plan of sitting in the park reading a book until lesson time and just went for a walk in the park.
It’s a different world, and one with fewer people in it.
It was secluded. It was quiet. But it wasn’t entirely unpopulated. There were a few people jogging, a couple of people passed me on bicycles. Everybody’s so fit. Even the elderly couple sitting on the bench had an air of good health about them.
There was a children’s play area at a rising point in the trail, where it split in two, and some small deer in a pen, and a sign indicating that it was only 2 km from there to Chodov, which means I may start coming home that way, or going to the lesson that way, or both.
It may take me a little bit longer, but it will be so much nicer than the bus.
Dancing instructions, indeed.
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