The Spirit of Prague

Ivan Klíma wrote the following in The Spirit of Prague РFor me, the material and spiritual centre of this city is an almost 700-year-old stone bridge connecting the west with the east. The Charles Bridge is an emblem of the city's situation in Europe, the two halves of which have been seeking each other out at the very least since the bridge's foundations were laid. The West and the East.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Trip's Travels

I've been on the move this last week. I went and met my doctor. She was nice, and apparently does something called Agility with her dogs. Other than the snide comment about me not doing any agility work due to my unique nature, I thought she was swell. I wasn't afraid even a little bit, and other people that work at the doctor's office were also pretty nice. I'd like to get to know them better, particularly the women. I love women.

After going to the doc's, I went to Sunset Park for the first time and met a gigantic, horse-sized dog whose name I forget. He was just too big to remember a silly thing like a name.

On Wednesday, I got to go for a long car ride. We stopped and I got out to walk in rows and rows of cars. I heard the words dock and ferry, but my dad was clever and found some grass for me to pee in. As usual, he got very excited about me relieving myself. After that, I got some puppy hair on a woman's black pants and went back in the car, and then seriously... we drove onto a boat. Crazy. The motion was nice and I was asleep in no time.

That long car trip ended up at a really great place... and I mean fantastic place. My dad said it was my second home, or Grandma's house; I gather it's on an island (hence the boat trip). There is a deck I can run around, and beach logs that taste like 40 years of dried salt and story, oh my. Carpeted stairs to run up and down. And this funny little red building that apparently used to be a train car. A caboose!

Things about Whidbey Island that are cool: the caboose; the smells of the sea; the logs from the sea; the deck; the view from the deck; the view from all over; the tractors in the lot across the street; the workmen on the tractors who told my dad I was cool; the places to hide; the coffee stand where I met Hawley (another Golden, but not my mama); the air - my god the air is so good to breathe; and the unbelievable beach, which could possibly hold every great smell on earth (see picture of my Dad and I).

All in all, it was quite a week. I went back home to Ballard after a day, but I'm doing what I can to talk my people into going back there soon. I loved it! And when I got back to Seattle, the next day, another surprise! But that will have to wait, because it's late, so this is Trip, and I'm out!

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