There and Back Again
I have returned from the land of plenty with a clear mind, a refreshed spirit and a full belly. Although it was my shortest vacation there to date, it was as good as it's ever been. We smartened up this year and made a conscious effort to do less, so as not to overextend ourselves during our allotted relaxation time. We chose instead to do things like eat, nap and spend time with our wonderful family. Veronika was the center of attention, as always, and everyone finally understood what we've been saying all along: she's perfect.
My visits to Austria are always characterized by the epic battle that ensues between my mind and stomach (backed by the cavalry of the rest of the digestive system). While my stomach constantly protests that it cannot take another bite of central European cuisine or another sip of dry, crisp riesling, my mind forces me to forge on, driven by an insatiable appetite that transcends hunger and, to be honest, reason. Despite a few complaints and a tantrum or two from the digestive team, my mind has always emerged the victor.
So I think it was after the arrival feast (that included four different roasted meats and enough food for at least forty) that my stomach decided to strike early and hard in an attempt to take me down before too much damage was done. The attack was a success--I got some kind of odd flu and was forced to severly limit my intake for a few days. Luckily I was feeling better in time to get in some good eating before I left.
But now, one teary flight later, I'm home. Digby is as neurotic as ever but we're enjoying our time together with lots of barking and napping on the couch. I grew tired of being here without Dinka and Veronika by Monday night but they'll be home soon (or so I keep telling myself) so there's no need to be concerned.
It sure is quiet around here without them. Well, not if you count the continuous barking.