SOURCE: Inside the Travel Lab
DATE: Wed, 14 Aug 2019 13:23:13 +0000
FULL PUBLICATION: http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/InsideTheTravelLab/~3/V6AV9pLX8MM/

I’m on the ship, on the Danube and I can’t hear a thing. Stretched out on the bed, one wall has become a window, thrown wide open to ooze in the summer from floor to ceiling with a light, tingling breeze. The slow ripples of the river cruise past, soft and supple, a soulful slinking procession of jade. Originally from Inside the Travel Lab.