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  • It was hard for the weather to be more brilliant. The sky a deep blue, with small explosions of brilliant white clouds decorating the horizon. The fresh green grass in sharp contrast with the murky waters of the Danube.

    Our destination was a small town north of Budapest (Szentendre), along the Danube river. We collected our bikes from a rental place and began the journey out of town.

    The sun was as energizing as the wind in our hair. We stopped and recharged our batteries with sandwiches along the way.

    In one area, just away from the river, was a green grassy ravine with small yellow flowers.

    Earlier, Lidija mentioned poppies and how they were her favorite flower. She wandered off and came back with this poppy.

    A perfect poppy.

    The poppy wasn't the only perfect thing that day.
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