I will never forget the polished cobblestone paths, buttery white walls and bronze tangerine roofs of Cesky Krumlov. Days passed in a vermillion blur as vibrant tastes and colors dot my memories of the thriving Medieval tourist town. I absolutely adored this town with its beautiful pastel walls, scattering of cute Czech toy shops, Medieval themed restaurants by the riverside and its vast collection of fairy tales and myths. Ghost stories echo through the streets and old buildings, it is rumored that the ghost of a princess with colored gloves rules the castle, her gloves omens that signify the future. Black for bad luck, red for fire and white for peace. A truly mysterious and magnificent lesser known location filled with wonderful ways to spend the day. My hours under the sun were spent trotting by horseback through swaying fields of bright pink flowers, rafting down a boundless shimmering river under cloud-filled baby blue sky and biking through the flitting shadows under the treetops of the Cesky forest. From this place on, I will crave the sugary cinnamon taste of a toasty warm Tredelnik bun and the brilliant sparks of red, yellows and greens of a Medieval roast plate. Time flew by faster than ever before in Cesky, a town of excitement, magic and adventure and a memory I will never forget.