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... Afterwards, I returned back to my apartment and began to cook what I was making for our Easter dinner. My favorite food on Easter is cheesy potatoes. So, with the help of my mom via Facetime, I was able to cook for the first time! I was shocked that they turned out so great, since it is hard to find normal ingredients in Prague. My friend Caleb couldn’t find ham, so instead we had chicken. Bram returned from his hiking in the mountains and joined us ...
... at least I know which bus to take, then I just have to watch out for the right angle turn before a bus stop right?
So I get on the bus and determine that this exact moment, when I really need to focus on navigation, is the optimal time to doze off.
I jerk awake and set about convincing myself all is well as I can't possibly have been out that long. Right?
I'll pause here and say the total commute to War-Beard's home/camping ...
... it became to difficult. Eventually, as an insult to the church, the government started using the beautiful old churches as barns for livestock. They have been restored now but the congregations are so small the church cannot afford their upkeep. They maintain the churches with help from UNESCO and by charging entrance fees to tourists. Of 10million Czechs, only 20% identify themselves as belonging to a particular faith. Ina proudly claimed to be a part of one of ...
... take out to the bridge after the concert. We left Dieter and Inge at a little café we like, overlooking the Charles Bridge and the castle. We picked up our supplies and went to the room to change for the concert.
As we were leaving our room I checked the tickets, just to make sure everything was in order. OMG, I about had a heart attack, the concert was to start at 17:00 or 5pm, and it was nearly 6pm. I quickly got online to the Estates Theater ...
... just drank of course! What else could we do?" And to be fair their beer is fabulous. I’d had my first Pilsner Urquell off their special pressurised taps the previous night and had been stunned by how different it tasted to the rubbish version we get back home.
Evidently, this ‘tradition’ of enjoying one’s self despite whatever plight may have befallen the individual or collective has survived. In George’s case I suspect it might have been a ...