If only I could go to a Czech spa right now!

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Mariánské Lázně in Czech Republic

In my husband’s home country of Czech Republic, if you are a bit under the weather or recuperating from a major illness, your doctor may prescribe a two to three week in-patient treatment at a spa (or lázně in Czech), which is covered by health insurance. There, patients are evaluated by a doctor specializing in balneotherapy (treating disease by baths) or physical therapy, who assembles an individual plan of procedures and treatments. Those range from drinking (the mineral waters!), bathing (not only in the mineral waters, but also in waters infused with herbs, fruit, salts, hops, malt extract, and others), wraps, massages, exercise, special diet, etc. Continue reading

Stepping outside the normal realm

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Sometimes I just have to do it! Actively seek out pleasure and different experiences from time to time. It doesn’t always have to be a vacation, but of course it has at times. The point is that I have to break away from my figurative jail or the hum drum “day in day out” life, and open my eyes to things normally not in my radar. I guess this type of pursuit of pleasure could also be called a sort of deliberate caper.  The best are when I meet up with new people or find an environment that seems almost foreign to me, and then become part of it, in a way. Continue reading

World’s smallest inhabited island reached by Rome’s oldest original bridge (honeymoon)

bridge to Isola Tiburtin in Roma-001I remember that this photo was taken in late May 1998, just days after my husband and I got married. We had been weaving through the beautiful narrow streets of Rome, Italy, where we spent our honeymoon. With no particular destination in mind, exploring hand in hand, I recall almost no people in the area, except a superfluity of nuns whom we passed on the street right before. Suddenly we stumbled upon this bridge, Ponte Fabricio, which we later learned is the oldest original bridge (62 BC) in Rome. This pedestrian bridge crosses the Tiber River to Isola Tiburtin, the only island in the part of the Tiber River which runs through Rome, and the smallest inhabited island in the world. Again, there was no one around in the vicinity except for us. Continue reading

That driver is definitely loopy! Watch her do a loop de loop.

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Doin’ my car dance

Anyone that’s read my blog for a while knows I like to dance. Sometimes I crank up the music in my car and have a blast! Yeh, I definitely sing my heart out, but sitting in the driver’s seat doesn’t prevent me from dancing up a storm, too. Continue reading

I’m an east central New Jerseyan and this is how I speak

Soft drink names by county

Many places (regions, cities) in the United States have distinctive vocabulary and pronunciation of the American English language. My hubby says that is even the case of Czech within Bohemia in his relatively small native country of Czech Republic. I really enjoy studying the English language and exploring differences in dialects. Today, I thought I’d present a post about some vocabulary and pronunciation specific to my home town in east central New Jersey. Continue reading

Brief puncture, then super inflation on a trip to Utah

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Sapupu Bridge in Arches National Park in Utah

Have you ever arrived at a vacation destination to find it an immediate disappointment? Before the trip your excitement built up and upon arrival something put a puncture in the balloon of enthusiasm? That happened to my husband and me upon arrival in Utah for my husband’s 40th birthday vacation gift. Luckily, however, the puncture in that balloon was quickly repaired and the excitement built back up again quickly because of a very quick change in itinerary. Continue reading

Getting where I need to be (and thanks to Nel for telling me it’s World Turtle Day). Moving slowly but surely.

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I’m like a turtle sitting in its box, or at the least slowly making its way to a not so obvious destination, and then returning home in frustration.

I am slowed down not just from my general condition, but a chemical fix that is meant to keep me sedated and calm. Unfortunately this fix slows me down more than I’d wish. I try to push myself. Or maybe sometimes there’s an invisible slow-moving hand pushing me forward, with my feet and belly sliding on the ground. Continue reading