tight hips...sink ships?
The past two weekends have been more than anyone could have asked. After a 4-day weekend for Easter and possibly the best birthday I have ever had (a simple evening of drinks, chat, and random hookups;) I reunited with Mel in Graz.
It was a weekend of firsts - first time in Austria, first time driving in a foreign country, first time at a thermal bath, first time naked in front of more than one person at a time... We drove through the Styrian wine country, slightly perturbed/amused at what seemed to be endless hills of graves and spent an evening at Bad Blumau, a funky spa designed by Hundertwasser, after a day of ambling around Graz, soaking up the sun and searching for the tastiest kebab in town. I think we were both dazed most of the time, partly by our illnesses, the gorgeous weather, and the blissful calm of the spa therapies. I emerged from the spa and this weekend feeling whole - the first time in a month that my body (and to a certain extent, my soul) didn't feel broken. And while much of that had to do with getting off this island, the company deserves much thanks.
They say tight hips symbolise resistance to change. I hope some day I have hips as flexible as hers.
1 Comments:
the problem with being a guy is sometimes you can't see the forest for the trees , cause you will catch on to the one line in the whole post which is probably least significant, but ofcource slams into your mind the most. but in a good way. sounds like a fantastic time. as for the hips in symbols, flexible one are very very good. change is good . you got to go with it.
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