Why is it that I love packing cubes but hate to pack? Why do I procrastinate packing till minutes before boarding? Then I end up tired, in a race against time and always forgetting something vital. I have a packing block and I hate it.
Würzburg. Before departing I had mixed feelings about it. It was the first solo trip in a long time, and even though mom needs a break from time to time, the idea of my kids missing me was breaking my heart.
Prague, I needed a few minutes under the rain to fall in love with it. Mysterious as a lady, dangerous as a Medieval witch. Magic in Prague is all over, in the air, on the streets, in the nights.