So, it's our second long weekend in a row, here in the CZ, and Monkey and I decided to take a little trip with our dearly beloved friend Gross Matt and his charming Venetian pal with the beautiful corkscrew curls, Ben, to a little place called Český Krumlov.
Yesterday, we took a long, lovely ride on a train through a countryside full of blossoming trees and fields of Dandelions, which I've always thought of as weeds, but which are, in fact, BEAUTIFUL FLOWERS, to arrive at a town that is so ridiculously picturesque that all we can do all day is say "Goddamn, this place is HORRIBLE!" and "Why did we come here? Whose idea was this? Matt? Was this your idea? God, I hate you!" Before having another one of those ice creams where they grind black currants, or whatever, right into your vanilla to make it a fruity, soft-serve masterpiece that you can lick contemplatively as you wander through another narrow, cobbled passageway towards some painted Rennaissance facade.
Here in Český Krumlov, they have a painted castle tower that looks like a wedding cake, and the Vltava River winding through what may be the most perfect little valley and town in the universe. On top of that, the sun is shinging, the birds are singing, and I've taken loads of pretty pictures, and the grossest picture EVER of Matt...
...Unfortunately, my computer is in the shop, so you won't get to see any of them for awhile. Oh well. Shit happens.