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In Search of a Retreat

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We took a team retreat to the tiny town of Velke Bilovice. In many ways the retreat was a total disaster– people got sick, agendas were scrapped, trains were missed, etc etc etc. But it really was a gorgeous place to get into ‘the nature,’ and I, for one, enjoyed myself.

We took the train to Moravia and arrived at our destination pretty late in the day.
Solution? Quarantine the children in the corner of the room and throw all the leftover train snacks on the floor in hopes that it’s enough to fill them up for the night. So classy.

The same philosophy applied to morning burn-the-hours-till-breakfast time.
Here Foard is gnawing on a piece of stale rohlik.

Ahhhh. Adult time at last.
My dinner. Not bad, really.
At least there was room for dessert.

Poached Pear Delight

Such manliness.

Happy Birthday, Phil!
See? Your special day wasn’t a TOTAL disaster.

The town’s foundation is the wine industry, and there are more than 650 privately owned wine cellars there. The highlight of my time there was walking around and seeing vineyards & wine cellars that have been standing since the 1300s. These buildings weren’t built to look old, they are old.

See the scarecrows?



Freshly-picked grapes ready for the wine press.

We visited right in the middle of wine season, so we had plenty of chances to taste the sweet just-pressed tastiness called burcak (bur-chock).
Don’t tell my grandparents, but Sam (hearts) burcak.

Fancy wine thingy.

And what goes better with wine than… cheese!
And peanuts…?

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