When you expect the same weather one year apart on the same spot in Central Europe, it usually doesn't work. I deliberately got up 5am to make use of the incredible water surfaces next to the houses at Dojo Stara Wieś, only to realize that this time my companions are sleet, cold, and grey misery.
The truth is, the place is still beautiful, even if you're shivering in your bones.
(Oh, by the way: this entry was written by Peter Molnar, and originally posted on petermolnar dot net.)
