Leaving the city was long overdue.
The concrete fails to inspire and the smells and sounds don't do much for the senses.
There is another way.

Here, in Czech Republic, there are so many pretty towns and villages, that the original idea to see some of them on the way out of the country turned into spending a year exploring them. And falling in love with some of them.

As spring approaches, movement seems only natural, but saying goodbye to Beskydy will be no easy feat. Her mountains, streams, rivers, woodland and peace are remarkable in their ability to all-but-erase the decades of city life and the toll they have taken from the body and mind.

We are forever changed when we stop trying to do and start to just be. And I can't think of a better place to be.