A stone house once inhabited by the ranger of this Czech forest. The people here built onto it a soft wood patio and laid a brick floor. The aesthetic is natural and somehow perfect, gentle soft you can breath it in the air drink the lightness. Stare at the small children with their blonde curls and bug blue curious eyes. Drooping red flowers and fired clay pottery lines the stone wall. Next to this exquisite palace is a meadow of tall grass wild flowers and crickets. The meadow guides the weary traveler up into the forest if he not be seduced first by the soft lumps of smushed grass beckoning him to lye and ponder the gentle breeze. Across from me an old man sits with a bright smile next to a bohemian Czech woman who strums medieval folk songs on the guitar

After we performed, wine and food was brought out by candlelight. The evening continued into the dark night, sky full of stars, faces lit by the fire. A flute conversation between Tal and I.

At the Czech border we are too many in Lemmer’s van. Tal, Ingo, and I volunteer to walk across the border and hitch back to Haslach. Wispy clouds, bright sunshine, and a green expansive countryside. Ingo with his wonderful bright energy. I like Ingo very much. He is wise and is one of those people who I feel in perfect synchronicity with. We arrive late in the morning and warm up together – slow nurturing massage and sound – a sweet friendship again is born from the dance. Amazing this community that reaches across the world.