Splendid music in a splendid house

From the Prague journal..September 29

We attended a pleasant evening concert at the Municipal House, where Art Nouveau reigns.




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Fortunately...

We have arrived back to Roma for our week at a real Italian villa.





Unfortunately, we left behind my laptop luggage at the airport parking garage. It is still among the missing and having done what I can, do not hold out much hope of seeing it again.

Fortunately, I had removed the laptop and I have it, and it has all my travel photos tucked away.

Unfortunately, the power cord is in the missing luggage and I am out of juice.

Fortunately, I was wearing clothes when we left it behind.

Unfortunately, all my other clothes and scarves, old and new, were in the luggage.

Fortunately, I finally have a day to journal and sketch and blog from my photos and memories.

Unfortunately, most of memories are in that bag on SD cards and notes.

Fortunately, (and it is a big one), I had saved photos elsewhere and will have them when i can power up.

Unfortunately, I cannot share all I would love to.

Fortunately, i know how to put things into perspective. I am not being shot at while shopping at a mall or teaching 1st grade or rescuing all my belongings from a raging fire. And I am at a lovely place in the world right now with many best and longtime friends.

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From these photos....

You may have guesht
That I have been
To Budapest.













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A traveler's lament...

Half dones. Journals, postcards, notes to build memories. A  traveling journaler's frustration. 

I am wanting to photo. I am wanting to draw. I am wanting to share. I am wanting to see. I am wanting to journal. I am wanting to meet people. I am wanting to be with friends. I am wanting solitude. I am wanting comraderie. I am wanting peace and quiet. I am wanting more time. I am wanting to forge ahead. I am wanting to linger.

I am wanting to blog.

Quite obviously, I am not meeting all of my wants. Of course not. Perhaps soon I will find the time to put what is in my head to paper. To postcards. To you who have come here by intent or accident.