the adventure, and why I didn't instagram it.

here we go, I will try my best in sharing about this adventure I experienced this last month well.

you might remember my post from last year's hike with Maru, where I talked about the unrealistic impressions social media gives us about people, causing jealousy and assumptions that might be completely wrong. wishing for another person's life instead of living our own lives fully. if not, you might want to read it, or you might want to be reminded of it. I know I still need to.

you also might know that my dearest person lives on the other side of the world. and that we only see each other for a few weeks at a time, inbetween endless months of skype calls and annoying time difference and slow internet and frustration and letters and anticipation. I'm not here to complain, I wouldn't change it for the world. when we do see each other, it sounds like the most perfect thing everyone dreams of. and man, is it amazing! it's actually way more than I would ever dare to dream of or imagined. I still have to pinch myself to believe it. but you know, it's still just an imperfect life. we're still just imperfect people. it's still messy.

this time I flew to California only to jump on another plane the next morning and go to Maui, Hawaii for a few days to meet Josh's grandparents, then we flew back and drove up to Nevada to a beautiful winter wonderland called Lake Tahoe for Thanksgiving, and then I spent a week in my beloved second home, San Luis Obispo, biked around, enjoying the warmth and the sunshine. I didn't post about it and spent those three weeks simply living it.

the biggest reason to not limit my experiences into short instagram posts was to share about it honestly and fully. if you follow me on instagram you might notice that I choose to post about my bad days too, about the struggle, and about the hope in the midst of it. I'm not here to say, as some people do, that the good moments we share about are a lie though. they are just as real as the bad ones. life is a beautiful messy reality with perfect moments and some pretty awful ones. so is a trip like this. we don't usually take pictures of the awful ones though. we don't really want to share them. we are scared of the reaction. it's kind of funny because I am more scared of the reaction when it comes to my perfect moments, because I hate to cause jealousy and wrong assumptions.

so when you look at my posts and pictures, know that there is more to them. yes, the trip consisted of the most magical moments, runnning into the ocean in the moonlight on the shores of Hawaii, dancing in every store with music, sipping tea by the fire as it snowed outside, walks by the lake as the sun set over the mountains, walks by the ocean, laughing till I cried tears of joy, long hugs, playing music.... etc... but there were also moments of me feeling overwhelmed by all the experiences. not pictured are the endless plane rides (because when the cheapest plane ticket is from Copenhagen, then I take a bus to Copenhagen and spend the night there), the jetlag, the morning I cried in the car because it was simply too much happening in my world and I couldn't process it all. the times I got frustrated, way too easily. culture shocks and differences that still surprise me. the night I felt so alone and couldn't sleep and didn't understand why. the week when Josh had to be at school every day all day long and I spend the days just waiting for him.

in a certain way this trip was harder for me than the ones before. but I'd rather have a conversation about that with you over a cup of tea in person. this is probably already too long for people to read with our busy lives. I just wanted to encourage you to not make assumptions, but ask. to have real conversations. to not get jealous but remember that every person struggles at some points inbetween the moments they choose to post. that no person or story is perfect. don't think that just because you are not like this person, or don't have the same adventures, or perfect relationship, or cool things to post about, that your life is less. that it doesn't matter unless you are like this or that. you are worth of so much more. your life is of a precious value just because you are alive. I know I need that reminder too. perhaps I'm preaching it more to myself than you. all I know is I'll keep trying my best at sharing about my messy life with honesty.

separate posts from the beautiful places and adventures coming :)

Belgium {fall 2015}

just like a year ago I made a trip to Belgium this year, to see my favorite Drabek. because I simply didn't know what to give her for her birthday, and realized that the best option was a proper Danek visit. so after a day trip to Amsterdam I took a train to Liege where I tried to take care of a very sick Drabek. we watched Downton Abbey, listened to good music, drank tea, made schnitzel, occasionaly went outside when Drabek's school demanded it, drank tea again, watched movie trailers, talked, laughed, cried. then I got sick too, of course. and we did all of that over again.
I failed to make a blogpost last year (maybe I still will one day), so I'm proud to say that this time it only took me a month.
<3 I miss this gem of a girl already!

Amsterdam

I think I'm more of a nature person, but there certainly are cities I enjoy visiting. Amsterdam just became my new favorite. it was the perfect place to reunite with my sister after three months apart. and it seemed like a dream to walk these streets with one house cuter than the other. one day was enough for me to fall in love with a city full of bikes, and canals, and houseboats, and design stores. and my favorite part was how it didn't feel touristy at all, people passing us by were simply living their everyday life. Amsterdam, you have a special place in my heart now. I'll be back.

the cabin {summer 2015}

the special place that holds so many memories. of my dad helping to build this cabin when he was just a boy. of my parents and their honeymoon and first summers of marriage. of our childhood. of breakfasts by the lake. of bonfires each night. of mushroom hunting. of scary rain storms. of silly games. visiting my dad's side of family. of moments in our lives when everything stopped. yes, that's what coming here always feels like. as if the time stopped. and no matter what exciting things I do all summer, coming here is always the best part. I don't think anything can replace the feeling I get as we turn left from the main road, and drive through the woods and then turn again and drive between the trees and then the little cabin suddenly stands before us. and we enter another world, the world of quietness. coming here feels different now than it did when I was little. still special though, maybe even more so now than back then. this summer it was playing guitar on the front porch as it rained, telling Josh stories of what my summers looked like, laughing by the fire, going on walks, taking cold swims in the lake, watching the sky change within seconds, taking special pictures of my parents for their 30th anniversary.

my words are not enough in trying to describe this place. I'll let the pictures speak. perhaps they'll do a better job.

down in the valley, up at the mountaintops.

our summer adventures began with a trip deep into the beauty of a small village in Tirol, Austria. I've never had a view such as this from my window for a week.

my parents climbed every mountain in sight, it least it felt like it. me and Josh climbed a couple of them and simply rested and explored and enjoyed the beauty all around us the rest of the time. evenings were spent watching the sun set behind the mountaintops and sky turn dark blue color as we played music or talked at the balcony. the very few rainy days were spent sipping warm tea and watching the clouds roll over the mountains and cover the trees and fill the valley with mist.

as I sit here now two monts later and I think of how wonderful it was to be disconnected from the world for a bit. from the world that's fast, and busy, and computer screen, and to do lists. how wonderful it was to enjoy the life we've been given. I need to make more of my days worthwhile like this. 

pictures taken by either me or Joshua. 

second home.

it's been almost three years since I left for an adventure that, as cliche as i sounds, changed my life.  that lead me into a place I'd call home. to people I'd call family. a year I spent an ocean away that grew me, shaped me, and healed me. that showed me that life is full of beautiful things that are worth experiencing and that deserve my full attention and gratitude. that taught me how to seek intimacy with the Maker of it all. that helped me appreciate the home I have in Czech in ways I never could before. and just like that, I could never be fully at home in one place again. for home is not just a place. home is made out of so much more. and I'm so blessed to discover that I have several homes on this earth. and I'm so excited to know that the real Home that will finally feel right is yet to come.

March was a long awaited month where I would finally go to California again. not as much a visit as coming back home. traveling from one home to another. a feeling that can hardly be explained or described. a little worried that it might not be what I kept in my memories. that it will never be the same. but getting out of the plane and feeling the warmth. being welcomed in loving arms. note at the door. waking up in my room. drinking coffee with Donna. hiking up Islay Hill with Josh. everything felt right. like I never left. a reassurement that all my memories were true. that this place and home is what my heart has been missing for so long.

the silent beauty. the beauty of silence.

it's usually in the quiet moments of this life that I find the Creator of it all. sometimes it's not the sunday sermon where you find God at. sometimes it's not in the most likely places. it's really up to us where we decide to seek Him. because He's in all the places. I've been learning to grasp that lately. looking for His fingerprints in my everyday life. in the least likely places. 

there still is one time and place where I certainly meet Him though. in the quiet. in the beauty of His creation. it doesn't ask for attention. He doesn't ask for attention. but it's the best thing I can give my attention to. up in the mountains, away from all the noise and busy life. in a complete silence as the world around you rests in its winter sleep. and as I capture the beauty, I capture the moments of closeness and gratitude. 

Luxembourg {part 2}

finally getting myself to edit and post more pictures from Luxembourg. time flies by and this was back in November. but I miss my crazy Drabek so I decided to finally stop procrastinating even on the things I enjoy. also, being done with exams allows me to do so.

Luxembourg {part 1}

until I get to editing all of the pictures from my trip, I decided to share it in parts. here's the start of our crazy&wonderful adventure - sitting/drawing/talking in a coffee shop, making a waitress in Charles burgers upset, walking around Luxembourg at night - because we're lazy and we spent the days in the house. 

above the clouds.

sometimes everything is hidden in a fog and you don't see how the sun could possibly make its way through. but the things is, the sun is always there. it's above the clouds. just like last week, we managed to climb up the highest mountain of this (I sometimes forget how gorgeous) country, and we were amazed by the beauty that lied above the fog that blinded the views of those who walked the ordinary roads.  the sun shone upon us most of the time and the coldness and wind didn't stop us from embracing the wonder of His creation. I'm so thankful for days when I decide to escape from the ordinary, when I get on a train at 5am just to hike up Snezka with my friends and see what hides above the fog that blinds my view most of the time. 

the joys of experiencing Narnia.

I know I haven't blogged in forever, this is how it always ends with me and blogs, but I'm not giving up and I'm blogging now. there has been a lot going on since the last time I was on here but not all of it is worth sharing. anyways, those few last days were really good and just what I needed. two of my very dear friends stayed with me and I took them to one of my favorite places that I like to call Narnia. it's perfect because lately I've been feeling weary and this was a good reminder of where my joy is found, in Narnia. the kind of Narnia the we can take with us everywhere. the kind of Narnia we don't need to travel to.

this season is finally what it's meant to be and the snow makes my heart happy. the place in its winter beauty was just breathtaking and the time we spent together was great. me and Anička closed this with a line that sums it up well - "even though I feel tired, my soul is refreshed". that it truly is! it was about time.

fan picture with Eli.