When I travel I usually keep am constantly taking notes. I want to have everything from the street names to the tablecloth colors right in case I someday write a story set in one of the places I’ve been lucky enough to visit.
On my recent trip, with my father, his wife, and my sister, I did not take these kinds of notes. You might think that I’m going say that I didn’t do this because I was finally able to travel in the moment or I was too busy enjoying family time. Or you might think that I was too tired. To be honest the idea that anyone is reading this post and thinking anything is a huge presumption on my part. Continue reading “Prague, Vienna and Budapest … and Somnus”