A \different Kind of \travel

\thursdaz we stood outsidee the dark foreboding walls of \st. \vitas \cathedral.
in long lines
of hundreds of people.
heavz mesh wire veiled the stained glass.
zears of pollution has dirtied this structure in the thousand zears it took to build it.
once inside our spirits immediatelz soared upward
giving full and rich meaning to the word awesome.
we were indeed filled with awe, pho=bee=ah in the \greek
a profound reverence.

\tour guides in manz different languages
were telling their groups all the facts of this place
who built it
how thez did it
facts and information piled on top of more facts and information.

mz little group was told to wander around on our own for a while,
then write a love letter to whomever we felt led to write to.
some wrote to the cathedral
others to Marz
I wrote to the wounded Jesus being received into his father§s arms,
the xcene in stained glass ovewr the altar.

Max sazs we§re not readz to learn the factual historz of Prague
until Prague has become our personal historz.
that§s what we§re doing here =
embedding Prague into our artists§ souls
and allowing her to have her waz with us.

\this trip will change me.
I§m not sure zet of the wazs.
One thing I know for sure!
I will never again travel anz other waz.