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... or candy and alcohol). Later, the tides will turn as the women get revenge and dump cold water on the men. Such weird traditions, but I love them! Yesterday I saw countless people carrying home their branches and buying eggs and I can only imagine the fun that is taking place right now! Since I have the day off, I am going to head back to the Easter markets, catch up on homework, and get ready to leave Wednesday for Barcelona!
Until next time,
... come to a stop. Was that it? No worries I can just back track on foot if need be.
Then we started downhill.
Oh man. This is not ideal. Over the next fifteen minutes there were loads of places that could, maybe, have been what I was looking for but I held out for a more pronounced right angle turn. In the end I nailed it and I've never been happier to get off a Polish bus.
Earlier in the day the Todd asked me to call on him when I get back and we ...
... pouring. One of the czech kings (I can't remember which one) needed to borrow money from the jews to fund one of his wars, and bang, the jews were given a piece of Prague to call their own. The place became a bit of a ghetto over the years as the population grew (and they weren't allowed to buy property anywhere else) Eventually most of the town was torn down in the early 1900's and rebuilt in the parisian style. It really does look like a mini Paris. The cemetery, ...
... We found Dale approaching with Dieter and Inge, I put my hands in front of my face but couldn’t conceal the fact that everything was actually ok.
For this concert there was no assigned seating, only assigned sections; first come, first seated. I got in line, the 2nd person. The lady in front of me had a different section so I rushed in, to the hall with the boxes finding the 1st 2 boxes for the 5 of us.
... that steered him merrily to the bar last night, but whatever it was that had left him in his dishevelled state, I was glad of it. His two and a half hour tour of the Jewish Quarter, Market Square and various other attractions was all the more colourful thanks to his regular throat clearing and lazily delivered, but amusing anecdotes from past countrymen who got themselves into scrapes of one sort or another with the aid of drink. In one of them, a drunken thief had entered a church ...