They won’t be back in Prague until the flowers will blossom once more in the parks. Not before the sun will bathe again our pale bodies. Pale like the vanished snow.

For more than 120 days they will be thousand of kilometres away heading south. Luckily for them, the summer just waked up down there. Not like here, where the days are getting colder and darker.
We’ll everything was ready for the adventure. Last Friday in town they had dinner with friends, perfect time to say “hasta la vista” and “good luck”. While we were still in bed and a new Monday was born, they were already at the terminal 2, ready for their first stop: the never sleeping and always fascinating city of Madrid J. I should talk more often about this city I was lucky to live in , I will, promise…
Back to my friends, it’s Monday morning in Madrid and they are searching for an idea get rid of their stuff and be free to fool around before the big step across the ocean. Bur first they check their next departure. And then… “LE DRAME”. Stupid to mistake 7p.m. for 7a.m. right?
It happens I know, but you never think it will happen to you. Money won’t buy you happiness, but in this case it helped. Some dollars on the desk, of course 4 hours of long discussions and you’re in next day’s flight. Aleluuuuuuuya!
Monday 22h30,I was home, lying on the couch when the phone started buzzing on the tea table. +420… from the Czech rep, but who? The worldttroters are stuck in Madrid. My eyes grow wider and wider as they recite their story. I can’t believe what I’m hearing. So stupid…
But they were not alone. My sweet George opened the door of his house and gave them a place to pass the night. I just asked him once, and he was ready to give a hand or two. George thanks for always being there for me and for the ones around. Thank you my dear Jorge, thanks pelos!!!!
That's what friends are for...hoy por ti... :)
We went on Thursday; I didn’t like all the films, but it got better towards the end. The very last one touched me deeply.

