The "Goldenes Schiff Guest-Haus" resides in "Spitz an der Donau". This beautiful village inn, bedecked in flowers had a small room, overlooking the Danube for us. Even though it was well past midnight some guests were still lounging in the pretty garden.
Andrea removed a deck of cards from her bag. Not one to take the mysteries of Tarot seriously. I allowed myself to answer the questions required truthfully. To analyse the card's possible meaning, one is bound to let them tap your unconscious. Lying, body touching, on the small bed, we went slowly through my life.
For the first time, my previously fun filled, exciting and varied life, started looking tired and frayed. Undisposed to admit such revelations, I resolved to be even more detailed to prove the cards wrong. The flip of each card told my story. Was I really destined to be alone? Is freedom not what I always wanted? Have I become soft and old? Do I really want to change? I recognised that the same cards, a week ago, would have shown me a different man. Having fought for so long against convention and commitment, a swing brick had replaced my heart. Somehow this brick needed to return to soft clay.
That night held more than beautiful lovemaking; it heralded a possible change of direction in my life that I not too comfortable with. All that was required was returning to usual self in the morning. I had no doubt that by daylight I would have shaken off this "Love" nonsense.
It was past 10am before the eyes opened. The Danube was beckoning, but so was the need to repeat the merging of bodies. Midday saw as at "Stift Melk". The grand Monastery provided a magnificent backdrop to the "Kardinalschnitte" and "Marillenkuchen" at the local Café. It was well past the hour when we left for "Duernstein". The lady radiated joy and I felt I had wasted my life. These feelings have got to go by 6. There is no place in my life for a partner.
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