I encouraged my husband to go for a walk with me a bit ago. Boy, are we out of shape! Our walk was almost 50% up semi-steep hills. Along the walk was a line of "chata", which are typical Czech summer cottages, many not much bigger than sheds. People buy these little shacks, of sorts, along with a strip of land where they grow veggies and fruit. One place had strawberries already getting red and some bushes containing angrešt (gooseberries). I hadn't actually even seen them on the bush before. Before long, other fruit will be coming. Moravia is particularly chock full of plums called "blumen" that are free for the picking along country roads.

Our landlady had invited us for coffee last week, but we managed to weasel out, though Hubby went just to pay the rent for two months (since we'll be away). She asked us again, so we're sort of obliged to go. She's had us over for coffee in the past. I'll confess that I'd rather not be that chummy with our landlady, but I imagine she means well. However, there's always a mini fear she'll ask for something out of it or make another request. She also has foreigners renting in her apartments downtown. I doubt she has them for coffee. Perhaps that's the trouble with renting within walking-distance of her home. Plus, maybe because Hubby speaks Czech and can chat with her Slovak husband. She likes speaking English with me.

I confess to have splurged on a couple dresses for my trip, plus a new pair of summery shoes. Hubby submitted the order, including a "surprise" third dress. The dress he picked out is sadly not my style, but I won't tell him that. It's way too crazy with pineapples, papaya, and even a parrot on it. Almost costume-like. I'm sure the parrot was what grabbed him.