W. drove us out to his place at Mszana Dolna on Saturday, dropping us off down the road a bit, and the three of us hiked over a neighboring mountain. The sky was just impossibly blue, maybe because there are no airplanes here. Or maybe because already in September the sun is low in the sky and your shadow is seven feet long. And the woods were thick and lush and green and just the gentle hush of the wind in the trees and the few birds that didn't want to sleep through the afternoon.
A brutally steep trail, though, I think the reason it looked so easy on the topo map was that I wasn't taking into account that the numbers were meters, not feet. We were exhausted on Sunday, but not so much we couldn't go to the charity concert W. had gotten us tickets for, a student orchestra, but a really good one. In a tiny 19th-century hall that looked like the good stuff we saw in Vienna, 50-foot ceilings and mirrors and chandeliers everywhere and acoustics that were just spot-on. Ending with dinner with his cousin the nuclear physicst. Ah, such a weekend.
And on bad days Anne wonders why we came. Sheesh.