TRAVEL DIARY

A weblog regularly updated by Jodi Rose.

Sunday, February 19, 2006

7:44 PM
Posted by jodi rose

someone gave me grief about those swans, I'm like; the wildlife is not my portfolio, and so far the bridge hasn't contracted HN51 virus.
A sigh of relief being back, as always - walking by the river this evening
moist earth and the smell of spring on it's way, young couples strolling in the almost balmy evening - 6 degrees, practically a warm breeze.
The basilica dominating the landscape, imposing but also familiar and somehow soothing, all those lights illuminating the domes in the night.
the river is a tonic for the spirit, as always - silent (except when the ice is clinking by), swift, dark and deep. The bridge carries her secrets over the danube, along with the weight of cars, tourist buses, transmuting commuters from one state to another, cheap beer, food.
Soon I will be moving on too and another guard takes over. There is no training course or debriefing session, you make it up as you go, and leave when your time is up. The non-concert action I guess will be my swansong, and leave a tiny fragment of this music in sturovo.