Pretty Prague. It would have been easy to stay here longer, but I’m on a roll and want to keep moving before my next bout of inertia hits.
This capital city really is impressive, though, and the old architecture has been beautifully preserved leaving it easy to see all the intricate details of the baroque and gothic buildings. I learned from another blog that most of Prague was spared from destruction during the wars, and I could feel the history charge the air as I strolled through the city. Walking under the gargoyles I imagined some of the ancient Czechs as pretty fearsome people, judging by the art that remains today….. I should clarify here that I differenciate that from modern Czechs – they were lovely. The hostel owner told me “you’re safe here. I’d let my mother walk any street at 3am! Someone may try to steal your wallet but definitely no one will hurt you.”
Beyond the breathtaking sights (that we’ll get back to later) there is the food. The air around the plaza was sizzling with enough aromas to make me wish I could eat quadruple the meals I was actually capable of. One snack I did indulge in was a fresh baked pastry cone spun in cinnamon sugar and almonds and filled with ice cream. Ah-maz-ing! I didn’t even care for a second that it likely contained my calorie quota for 3 days!
And some of my Prague experiences seemed straight out of a movie casting call: 1) Have dimly lit restaurants play “Rah Rah Rasputin” and early 90’s pop hits from tinny speakers. 2) Fill the scene with burly men wearing colour-block neon track pants, and give everyone a beer stein. 3) Place some women with up-to-the-minute modern designer wear in for contrast.
I’m sorry to perpetuate stereotypes, but it was all so fabulously fun that I couldn’t help but notice. Of course there is so much more to culture here than that. Please know no offence intended!
Maybe I’ll just get back to how pretty the city is, and end it with my visuals of Prague.
It’s a good thing I like airplanes so much. A few days after crossing the Atlantic to come home and recuperate from my first month of travel, I make the same flight back again to set off on another expedition. That’s about a 9 hour flight each time for anyone curious. I used to joke that I make a terrible passenger because I’m so used to walking and standing in the galley during flights, but I think I’m getting the hang of it!
I don’t know about a ‘good’ passenger, but I sure was a lucky passenger this time. I somehow ended up with my own middle row to myself all the way to Gatwick, and I took full advantage of those 3 seats to stretch out – ignoring the looks being shot my way from the less fortunate around me. And unknown ahead of time, I also had friends (plural!!) on the crew working the flight who came to chat with me when they had a spare minute so those 9 hours evaporated before I knew it.
That luck ran dry after I arrived in London though (…knew I shoulda shared the row! There’s my karma) as I ended up spending another 9 hours trying to get from the London Gatwick airport over to the London Heathrow airport and onward to Prague. After 3 train transfers, 4 flights too full for me to get a seat, 2 times cancelling/rebooking/cancelling again the third leg of my journey I finally was able to leave London, but with a new plan. Standby travelling on passes is great but sometimes this happens. Roll with it all with a smile, fake as that grin may need to be! Maybe it was all fitting, because in my exhaustion my small spacey smile and glassy bloodshot eyes meant I could fit right in with the crowds in Amsterdam! Ha! Sorry, couldn’t resist that bad joke…
The next morning I checked out of my airport hotel and made my way to central Amsterdam to wander around with my camera. I had the whole day to see what I could see before boarding my overnight bus to Prague. Here’s what I saw.
— I call that black & white compilation “sitting and smoking and me the creeper.” I have more of those shots if you feel like seeing them! 😏 —
Here’s the sentence I want to use to start this post: I was out with a major movie star last night! And here’s what I’ll need to write instead to keep this from being a work of fiction: I was out and I saw a major movie star last night! I guess that’s still okay on its own, but it doesn’t have the same oomph as what I wish I could write… I can imagine a whole scene where said star was so impressed with our table and the way we would have smiled hello and just let her enjoy her evening that she’d end up chatting across her table with us and before long we’re all laughing at stories of co-star antics on set…. Could’ve happened…. Here’s the real version. I was with four others at a bright and airy little pub in a London neighbourhood when I noticed Amy Adams was sitting just behind me. I was the last in my group to realized a celebrity was there, but the only one that could recall her name. Unfortunately, despite our attempts at discretion she noticed us noticing her and before we had a chance to show her we’d leave her alone, she and her husband finished the last of their beer and left. I feel really bad for spooking them away – sorry Amy! – but I can understand. So it may have been brief, but a legit brush with fame is fun anyway. Immediately after our table was all swapping celebrity stories and since I’d only just met this group I got to pull out my old “I hung out with Jackie Chan” stories again. All 5 of us had met famous people before, and clearly my own social status has been upped a notch or two now just from those few hours out! Ha!
And speaking of famous people, earlier that morning as I was walking a few blocks from my hotel I passed the house Alfred Hitchcock used to live it. (I tried to take a picture befitting of his genre) London is great for that, so much history and culture that’s strutted out for the rest of us.
While we’re on photos, here are a few more images from my 2 days in London. I have really been on an “over processing” kick lately with my pictures….. It’s probably just a fling, but fun for me while it lasts.
Turns out that while aimless travel has a certain appeal, there are also drawbacks in not knowing what to do next. I can see how sometimes it would be better to have a plan in place. Or a half plan. I don’t love having to admit this because I’ve spent a lot of time lately cozy in my mild smugness of being so wildly free, but I promised myself I’d be completely honest in the blog so there it is.
It seemed so easy while I was in Morocco, but now in hindsight I realize that my options were pretty simply laid out for me with the dimensions of the country. Tourists generally make their way through the country going South or North with a few side steps thrown in for good measure. Yes, I created my plan on the fly each day, but I was basically following a variation of the typical tourist trail.
And then I arrived in Europe and had the whole continent in front of me, full of more incredible places than I could see in several lifetimes….. Suddenly I had a harder time choosing where to go. I told a friend I’d met in Tangier that I was going to Portugal, and after one day of travel in that direction I changed my mind and went the opposite direction, retracing some ground, all the way to Barcelona. Not my brightest move maybe. (Definitely)
After Barcelona, I found myself buying a train ticket to France. Some of you might remember having conversations with me before I left where I said I would be avoiding France, absolutely-for-sure not going to set foot in that country, and yet here I am. Looks like this trip is turning me into a little liar – sorry! Could have avoided all this falsehood by just having a teensy plan in place… Here’s something else about me: for inconsequential things like this I don’t bother getting too bogged down in regrets. So here I am in France, and I AM SO GLAD I CAME!! I love it here!
In a happy coincidence, it turns out that I know TWO different people within a short distance from me; strangely enough both are aircraft engineers that I met through work. I was able to spend a day exploring Nimes, an old Roman-style city nearby, with Sam and Sam’s rental car. If you ever find yourself in the area you HAVE to go check it out! We had such a great day wandering charming French towns, snacking on crepes and Brie cheese, and people watching on a beach (much less creepy than it may sound I promise!)
I have a few days I missed posting anything to my blog and my entire time in Spain that I need to catch up on, so I’ll back track a little now. This is going to be a photo post, as even though I had snippets of stories I wanted to share during my days in Spain, right now isn’t the best time for them.
Not much to show for such a stunning country, but I guess I was too busy enjoying it all during my quick few days to remember to document it with my camera. And there’s soooo much left I want to see – but I love having a reason to return one day!
I’m in Southern France, and last night while the country was celebrating a national holiday I was part of the outdoor crowds, revelling in the general joie de vivre in the air. This morning I woke to the news that in the nearby city of Nice a deliberate attack killed 84 people, families out celebrating Bastille Day. I cried as I read the news this morning, where I also saw the story of a missing girl in my home city ended in the tragic discovery of her body and murder charges pending. My heart hurts.
It’s difficult to know how to transition when so much could be said on these devestating acts of violence. But today I’ll take my cue from the people I see around me who fill the plaza on this sunny day: continue on, but be aware. The cafes lining the plaza are crowded with people, white-shirted waiters bustling their trays back and forth and a street musician quietly strumming a guitar from time to time, but I also see soldiers unobtrusively patrolling the streets. The sense I get isn’t one of head-in-the-sand “I won’t look so the bad can’t bother me” nor is it one of abject devestation but rather a reminder that life is precious and unpredictable, and maybe the best we can do right now is to go on with our days showing a little more love to the people around us. Just a moment ago right in front of me, a family walked by and for no reason visible to me the father stopped to bend down and kiss the top of his young daughter’s head. It was only a split second and they were moving past again, but it brought tears to my eyes for the second time today.