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Since the last post we have moved to Prague for a new flavor of a different city. But before that tale... In Vienna we went to this museum called the Belvedere. We saw a painting by Gustav Klimt.

It was wonderful, beautiful, loving and thoughtful. I loved it. I could stare at it forever. But it has gotten me thinking about our travels and what we have seen. And how different things affect a person differently. We have been to many museums now in all the different cities. We have seen churches from the 1400's. Paintings from from the 1700's and before. Tools and jewelery from Mesopatamia. The mona lisa. Amazing treats to behold. And somehow they are starting to become the norm for us. Is this possible? In the Belvedere, where we saw Klimt's painting, we flew by the section of paintings from the 1500's – too quick to even blink. Although they are old they seemed so labored over. So unloved when painted. So routine for the artist. It probably isn't a fair judgement for me to make. But it makes me wonder about these churches we are visiting. The ones that were so labored over when made. With celiengs meters upon meters high. Organs bigger than houses. Stained glass with the most vivid pictures. Were they loved when made. What was the point?

Maybe we shouldn't visit churches for a while...

We are in Prague and doing pretty good. We haven´t had an overnight bus in a while and I think both of us are starting to feel rested when we wake up.

Prague is beautiful. That seems to be the adjective I use for every city. But it´s true. We wish it were warm but a person can't have everything. The city is ancient, like every city here. Old buildings with intricate carvings fill the streets and part of the skyline. Cobelstones make the roads. History and its stories reek from every corner waiting to be discovered. It washes a person away. I get lost in it.

A story: Last night dirn and i went to a true real live authenitic Czech restaurant. Long tabels filled with middle aged to aged czechs filled the place. Wagons and farm tools hung on the wall. Ciggarets burned, alcohol was drank and eating happened. Our plates of food were huge. It was great.