Today, we met a fisherman on the riverbank. He took the time to talk with us—a short interview will follow soon—and handed us a small bag of fresh fish. Beautiful silvery fish. This time, we feel ready. This, we can manage.
The Danube was wild last night—windy, restless, with waves slapping against the hull. This morning, she was still unsettled, full of sharp gusts and swirling currents. And now, just a few hours later, she lies smooth and glassy, as if nothing had happened. The Danube is moody and unpredictable. We’re adjusting, one bend at a time.
