8 October 2016 2 Comments

Travel Experiences 4: Aggravation in Wonderland

My visit to Cesky Krumlov—the charming medieval storybook town I was the most drawn to visit—proved to be challenging and pivotal. Initial delight thinned and frayed as the cute, cobbled streets filled and practically cramped with multitudinous tour groups. Frustrated, by not being able to move freely or see through the heads, I felt a growing and airless sense of compression. I strategized, and planned a twenty kilometer bike trip, a big loop including a monastery, cable car, and long downhill return.

The early morning had been good. I had walked up beyond and above the town’s castles, museums, and viewpoints to a formal garden. Inventive fountains spouted water from numerous mouths and pitchers. A long hedge row converged in the distance, where I heard the strains of a classical concert.p1020564

I imagined what it must have been like to live in or visit at the castle, and the lavish parties that had been held here over the centuries. The land itself maintained the energy of celebration—an energy with which I have never been totally comfortable. I tend to work. Enjoying the energy in this lovely and refined venue, I asked my energy bodies to absorb it. I thought about the huge hoop skirts women wore, using their shape to bring energy up from the Earth. Masters of martial arts carry a skirt-like ring of powerful grounding. I asked to increase my grounding.

As I pulled together my intention to accept and ground the energy of celebration, I felt a surge upward. Energy shot up and blossomed about two hundred feet above my head. The sensation was surprising and blissful, yet left me with a feeling that something was incomplete, since I was aiming for additional grounding. My inner Guidance clearly said, “Now you will have to ground this.”

This unexpected comment arrested my attention. I sensed an undertone that made me question: ’Is that going to be okay?’ I felt a shade of consternation sense I realized I must agree to some kind of a process if I wanted to move forward. After a brief hesitation I assented. This seemed like something that would have a positive outcome.

I had a heck of a time finding the bike shop. This frustrating delay was nothing compared to trying to find the bike path, which was supposedly marked. The map was not useful. Looking for someone to point me in the right direction, I showed seven people, including two policemen, where the path started on the map. Three or four shut me out in an exaggerated manner that was actively hostile.

Europeans in general are not anxious for approval like so many Americans are. They have fewer compunctions about being brusk or expressing impatience with strangers. This behavior was of a different order. I got the distinct impression that the locals were reacting against a behavior I kept seeing in Japanese tour groups, who routinely and mechanically ignored others. Groups stood shoulder to shoulder, in no way acknowledging others. The only places I was hostilely ignored by Czechs were areas saturated by these tour groups. Locals whose living did not depend on the tourist industry had apparently hit load limit and begun to hurl it at tourists in general.

Almost in tears at this point, I was practically yelling “I hate this!” It was nearly two hours since I rented the bike to get away for space and peace, and I had yet to ride it out of the tiny town! I considered returning it, since there was no time left to ride the loop. I decided to go just to the monastery.

Having tried all the other nearby routes, I headed up the only road in the correct direction that I had yet to try. It was a steep hill with a lot of traffic. I had to push the bike.

Across the street a pretty businesswoman called out, suggesting that I’d be safer on her side of the street. As I joined her, she said that the route to the monastery was indeed poorly marked. She loved to ride bikes. If we stopped by her nearby home so she could change clothes she’d be happy to ride over with me, before returning to make dinner for her family. She seemed like an angel sent to help.img_4551

Soon we were riding along a shortcut through poplar woods and down a long hill to the monastery, where my travel angel said goodbye. The grounds seemed vaguely familiar. I walked though the orchard to relax and then took a tour inside. As I left, I stood on the bike pedal to get started up the hill. The front wheel of the bike turned and an uncovered fender screw bit into my shin.

How important is it to you to assign meaning or purpose to strange or difficult experiences?

Do you assign meaning quickly, using pre-defined structures of belief?

Are you comfortable remaining open to see whether or not vagaries of experience resolve into an organic sense of meaning?

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2 Responses to “Travel Experiences 4: Aggravation in Wonderland”

  1. Therese 9 October 2016 at 9:09 am #

    I’m sorry you encountered so many obstacles. I kept finding myself wanting to ask you what you learned from the experience. Lol

    I have 2 basic responses to any situation these days. 1) the Universe loves me and 2) what do I need to change about my attitude and what is the Universe trying to teach me. The second response is built upon the first response. I find it interesting that few people seem to believe they are loved by the Universe.

    I don’t spend as much time in a place of happiness as I’d like so I’m on a mission to change that about myself. It’s pretty easy for me to get there. Pharrel Williams’ “Happy” will usually do it. Okay, I’m off for a day of play and laughter.

    With Love,
    Therese

    • Teresa Dietze 9 October 2016 at 10:27 am #

      You’ll find out what I learned in the next few posts. :)

      Quite a few heavy Saturn transits during the trip, setting the stage for hard lessons. I wasn’t inviting it, but did my best to participate.

      Love,

      T


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