“Magic” is the word that captures the unexpected delights and surprises of this trip.
Each day, as I start my travel, I have a general direction. (West, through southern Moravia, following the border with Austria.)
Beyond that, I know very little about what to expect, what I will see or what I will encounter. I have no certainty where my day will end. I don’t know where I will spend the night.
This is Plan B*, after all.
Yesterday, I started pedaling. A hill rose in front of me. I crawled and strained. Then the hill fell away. I picked up speed and raced in exhilaration to the bottom.
I slowed as the next hill rose in front of me. I repeated the process again. Crawl up. Race down.
And again. Crawl. Race.
There is a form of magic in that. Hard work and then fun. It may be why many people get so attached to cycling.
But then, other magic happened.
I pulled off the road to stop for a lunchtime snack.
Why there? Why then? 10 meters down a side road was a tree loaded with black cherries. Abundant with cherries. More cherries within reach than could be eaten in a week. (Hint: You have to know how much I love cherries!)
Each day I pray, “Give us this day, our daily bread”. Yesterday, I never expected it would mean fresh, ripe cherries directly from the tree!
“Thank you, God for answering my prayer.”
(And thank you for the magic of exceeding expectations!)
Energized and rested, I was back on the road.
Still the hills kept rising and falling. My legs began to flag. Where should I be looking to stay for the night?
I consulted the map. At my current pace, in less than an hour, was “Vranov nad Dyji”. I’d never heard of it. I wondered what was there. What would I find?
I was at least confident of finding a room. There would likely be at least one “penzion” (guesthouse), perhaps two. Every small Czech town or village I’d passed had had a least one, “penzion”.
Decision made: “Vranov nad Dyji”, here I come!
Then that magic happened again.
I came around a bend in the road. All of a sudden, Vranov nad Dyji was spread out in front of me. It was more than some non-descript name on a map. It was a place of real and unexpected beauty.
Here was a delightful, fairy tale beautiful, picturesque village hugging the river below a castle.
Vranov can take your breath away.
And exploring Vranov revealed many other visual delights and treasures.
Many towns wish they had the natural beauty and historic legacies of Vranov.
Yet Vranov does not get any special promotion. It remains anonymous. Probably, it is because the Czech Republic is filled with towns that share some of Vranov’s magic. I’ve been delighted and awed at nearly every turn in the road as I’ve travelled here.
When beautiful, picture perfect places are the norm, then you know the country where they are found is exceptional.
A suitable description of the Czech Republic might be: “Small, but mighty (magical)”.
Did magic uncork Plan B*? Or did Plan B* uncork the magic?
Perhaps it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that there is magic in Plan B*.
And so far, Plan B* in the Czech Republic have made magic happen for me.