tallisker

Thanks to all of you who've stuck around despite my disappearances! I've just returned from the long awaited Danube adventure with my mother, and amazingly, both of us are still alive. I suppose we understand each other better than ever, though that's not always the key to getting along. A large component is knowing when you don't need to understand, and just dropping things. By the end we could have a little spat and not need to resolve it; it's the beauty of family, really.
And the beauty of the river.
We started in Budapest, then traveled down through Hungary, Croatia, Serbia, Bulgaria, and Romania. I swam in the mucky river every day, and finally in the Black Sea at Constanta, Romania. It's more green than black, shimmering with algae and iridescent sand, flecks of lime and gold churning under the gentle waves.
I could escape there, forever, perhaps.
Yet it is good to be home, unlike my last little visit. I feel more comfortable in New York as a settle in for the long-haul, and the air has cooled to bearable. Last weekend I escaped to the Catskills for a hike up Giant's Ledge to watch the sunset over our little mountains, followed by a day of romping through woods and bathing in waterfalls. It's amazing what you stumble upon just by following streams.