I traveled to Central Europe in late 2000.
I went to three major cities, Prague, Vienna, and Budapest.
I call this trip my "Delicious Slumber" tour, from a phrase in an Oscar Wilde story I was reading during this trip.
I slept, I sipped tea, or coffee, watching people on the street shiver in the cold wind.
Taking a bath, taking pictures, writing my diary.
Time almost froze, like the castles up on the hill.
The days were gray, nothing moved.
People walked by, with their hands in their pockets, colorless town except for red ribbons for the coming Christmas.
I sit and watch, lean back, close my eyes.
This was my delicious slumber.