Beginnings are tragedy
So the big day has come. My brother picked us up in the morning and took us to Prague. He is a very loving and caring brother and I don’t know what I would do without him. He is true support for me and somebody I can always rely on and lean on. We were talking on the way to Prague and He went to the airport hall with me. I sorted out what was needed at the check-in desk, and went out with Daisy, to give her the sedatives we got from the vet. It was a liquid that goes to the dog’s throat, and it started to work pretty quickly. The dog started to be dizzy in 15 minutes. We put her in the cage and brought it to the oversized luggage point, where we passed her to the airport staff. She was snuggled in the cage, lying, but she was aware that something strange is happening. She was lying but turning her head to the sides and looking at people and me. My poor little thing, this must be confusing for her. „Don’t worry, my ladybird. Be strong, be brave. I will be with you again shortly.“ I was sending telepathic messages wrapped in love to my little baby. A few tears rolled down my cheeks while two men were carrying the cage away. I was scared because she has a little breathing trouble sometimes, and on those sedatives, when nobody is there to check on her for 4 hours, I just felt really nervous. But I believed my protective spells will work, and the doggo will be safe and ok.
A quick hug with my brother and I went through the departure terminals.
I turned on my headphones, and the fear slowly vanished. I left the dramatic scenarios behind and focused on future sunny moments ahead. I imagined me and Daisy walking along the shore in the evening, swimming in the waves, stargazing in the grass… I let go and got relaxed.
I was already sitting on the plane and calling mum, when I saw a little truck, carrying Daisy in the cage and other over-size items on the trailer. She still wasn’t sleeping, but she looked calm, lying with her head up, watching everything around. The men put the cage on the moving belt, and she was slowly sliding towards the open door of the cargo space of the plane. No other dogs traveling down there with her, which is good, considering her period and her current extreme attractivity for other dogs. I sent another message and another portion of love to that little cage and I opened the book.
The flight was supernice. I was reading something motivating and useful for my work and life, including some time management tips, decision-making tips, and so on, I was underlining important sentences in the book, and I felt calm. There were again some nice views from the window, so at some parts of the journey I was just staring out the window. I love flying. I love to see clouds from above. I love to watch the fields and villages and mountain ridges that seem so tiny. I love to see the reflection of the sun on the surface of the sea. And I love my flying ritual, beer with the views:)
Also, I am really excited about that feeling of not having a plan, not knowing what’s gonna happen, just going with the flow and surrender to the process, letting the energy of the Source taking care of you. That’s when the things start to happen by themselves, coming to you out of blue, without you trying to control everything, without you knowing what the next wave will bring to you. I miss it. And I am looking forward to living it again.
When we landed, I rushed out of the plane so Daisy doesn’t have to wait for me. I saw the cage again, sliding over the moving belt, and two men carried it to the trailer again. At the moment I saw the doggo is holding her head up, and looking around, it all fell off me. A big breath in and out, and a wide smile spread over my face. Gran Canaria, Here we go!
I was waiting at the luggage belts for my big rucksack to arrive. Only when I took it, I realized I have my handbag, but I don’t have my other hand luggage, which was a smaller backpack. No, no, noooo…. It stayed on the plane. Of course. That’s typical me!! Stupid, stupid girl.
They didn’t let me go back and sent me to a certain airport service office. But they sent me the wrong way first, so except for being angry with myself, I was starting to be angry in general. The office lady said she cannot contact the crew. What the hell?! The plane is here, standing by the corner. But nobody can go there, nobody can contact the crew?! What bullshit is that? I tried to be more demanding but she refused all my suggestions. There is basically nothing she can do. If the crew of the plane finds it, they will bring it here the next day. Here is the number, just call us tomorrow to check if it’s here. Oh well. Great. I went for Daisy. I took the airport trolley to put the cage on, to be able to move it outside. But I needed help to lift the cage on that bloody trolley. There was nobody around, so I was waiting. Let’s be honest, I was seriously pissed by that time. Finally, somebody appeared and helped me. The airport was super confusing, no proper signs to show you how to get out, nobody speaking English (What the hell again?!). Bara – my friend who came to pick me up, was calling me and asking where I am. I said I am at some exit, but there was something like thousands of exits, even though the airport was rather small. I was running through the long halls, there and back, and guess what. One of the wheels got stuck, so I was pushing the trolley with all my strength to move it. There were no trolleys around, and if they were, I would need somebody to help me again anyway, and I didn’t have the nerves to deal with it anymore. Except that, Bara was on the line, driving around exits and trying to find me. Finally, we got the point, that I am on the floor where only buses can come, and I need to get to a different floor, where are other exits, where the car can pick me up. Bloody hell. We finally met. I was pissed, sweat, and stinky, but I was really happy to see her.
We jumped in the car and drove away. I explained the situation with the backpack and she said that it‘s not normal, what the lady told me. Of course, there must be a way to contact the crew on the plane. „You should just stay there and say that you are not leaving until they get it for you. That you have there some medicine which you can’t be without or something like that.“ „Oh well, I tried my best, believe me, “ I replied.
The road was going up the hill and I was enjoying the wind and the sun, and the smell of the sea in the air. Daisy was still dizzy and sleepy. We got to the nice little house with several flats. One of these flats was hers.
Michal, her cousin who I know very well, welcomed us. We used to live together in the university flat, all 3 of us, my brother, and two other friends. It was like a family gathering now, after many years.
And upstairs in the flat, Lucas – Bara’s Spanish boyfriend, welcomed us as well. They showed me the flat, it was really nice and cozy. They showed me my guest’s room. Michal was making pizza so we went to the terrace, where we would eat later. I put the dog bed in the corner, the water, the food,… She was still quite not back, but she got interested in the smell of our pizza:)
We talked, we ate together, It was alright. Bara was going for surgery of her nose on Monday, so she needs to go for the PCR test on Saturday, so the planned trip must be put off for now. That’s ok. I spoke with Michal, that maybe we could do something together because that was the original plan, but he seemed a bit unsure, unable to decide, what he wants to do. The plan was, that straight at the beginning, we could do some trip altogether, and then maybe I could go for a little road trip with Michal in his van, which you can live in. He told me on the phone: Yeah, sure, we can hit the road for a few days, why not, I am bored here, I will be glad.“
But he got some job, and he has to do something like a copywriting job, and he said maybe he wants to be alone to do it, and then we will see. He didn’t decide yet, how he will do it. Oh well ok, there is no rush I guess.
But there is some trouble. Because Bara and Lucas just moved in, they don’t have the internet yet. Ooops. I need it tomorrow for my lessons. We will sort it out with a hotspot. Ok cool. Also, because they just moved into the new flat, and they have some new furniture there, Lucas was a little unsure about the dog moving freely around the house. They didn’t want the dog to walk on the carpet, they seemed to not want it to move at all. But after all the stress I just couldn’t close Daisy in the room, while I was walking between the kitchen, living room, and the terrace. And I could not explain to her by one command that she should avoid the carpet, as you can imagine. But I was trying to keep her away from it, and I put the dog bed near the wall so she can be with us inside, but she lies in her place. But I was asked to put it back in the quest’s room. Well If I put it back there, that means she will come to where I am and just lie there elsewhere, so I saw the dog bed as a better option. But I wanted to meet the requirements of my hosts, of course. It was difficult, and I didn’t know how to handle the situation the best. On top of that, the dog period panties, which she was constantly trying to take off, and so on. Well, you can imagine I felt a bit uncomfortable in the situation. Bara asked me about the workaway options.
That’s another thing because we talked about the option of a trip during the first week, I did not push the workaway too much. Workaway is the project where you can choose a farm or a family which is in the projects. You help them to work around their property and you can live there and you have food included in return. But I thought that there is no rush and that I am ok to look for a workaway place from the second week. I already contacted some places, but nothing was agreed yet. They usually do reply within a few days, but not straight away.
And guess what. There are bank holidays today and tomorrow because of bloody Easters, so I cannot sort out the data sim card, no food shopping, nothing. So I had to rely completely on the food of my hosts. I felt like that’s not absolutely ok either.
Oh well. Daisy is ok, we are here. That is the main thing. Breath in, breath out. It will be alright. We took the dog for a short walk, as it was still dizzy. We talked and laughed with Bara. It’s really good to see her. I love her, and she is one of the most important friends I have, even though she lives far now, and we don’t see each other so often.
In the evening we had a nice discussion with Lucas and Michal. We talked about the restrictions, and political correctness, which was our topic with my friend Robin as well, just a few days ago. We were laughing a lot at the meaningless arguments around these topics. Lucas is a philosophical teacher and he is a very clever man. We shared our opinions and ideas and drank a bit of beer. Nice evening, nice company. Everything is ok Moni. The backpack will hopefully be there tomorrow. Why do you still have that little strange uncomfortable feeling?
