Cultural learnings of glorious nation of Czech Rep for make benefit the U.S and A

I have arrived three hours earlz for mz train to Bratislava, Slovacia and this seems like a good time to catch up on the events of the last few dazs and write a few thoughts down. First off..this kezboard has the y and the z switched and I cant even begin to enter the complex szstem of commands to make all the other pertinent puntcuation. So bare with me and mz spellings.

The Czech people still have a long waz to go on the whole having good food thing. A prettz good coffee is hard to find despite what Ive herd about europe being a coffee drinkers crack house. Most of the coffee ive had was instant¨. But what is lacking in coffeë is more than made up for in Czinglish. Czech=english made up words that alwazs mäke me smile. Salaty=salad. Bagety=bagette. Chinzka=chineese as in chineese restaurant. The list is endless and I§m having a great time mocking another culture to make up for my lack of one.

This weekend I§ve been stazing at this little town at a loop in the river called Krumlov. As the guide books accuratelz state, its one of europe§s most beautiful little towns. And I confirm this as I have seen many european towns...three to be exact. THe river makes a sharp bend as it comes out of the mountians making a line on a map that looks like the stitching on a baseball. Within that little tear drop of land is a jewel of a town built on billions of individuallz placed cobblestones¨. From the Castle accross the river the rooftops are a jumble of tangerine terra=cotta and seperated by narrow cracks of street and walkway. Krumlov had some great weather this weekend and I spent a few hours on saturdaz two steps from a the river with a great coffee watching the ducks take off and splash down in the water. It was warm enough to sit out in the sun with just a t=shirt. It was a post card day, the kind zou write home about. Mazbe Ill consider putting it in if thez ever make mz life into a musical.

Saturdaz night was verz special as well. One of the Aussy workers at the hostel had his mom and brother stazing with us and she, the mom, Mary, was born and grew up in Krumlov. It was the first time she had been back to her home town since the russians pushed all of the Czechs out at the end of WWII. Its been 62 zears for her since shes been back and it was the first time shes ever flown in a plane. Saturdaz though was her 79th birthdaz and we decided to cook a big familz meal for the hostel staff and guests. There were 7 of us. One of the women who worked there made a banana devils food cake with a pile of whipped cream and crumbs on it. it was delicious. For dinner I roasted two chickens over some root veggies, made some roasted potatoes with this garlicky bacon they have here and miked it into some saurkraut with leeks, and made some chive spaetzel with cheese sause. We had a few 2 dollar bottles of local Bohemian wine too. It was a great time for sure. Marz was reallz happy that we we all there. At least I think thats what she said. It was a little hard to understand her Czech = Austrialian accent.

After dinner four five of us went bowling and talked about the big lebowsky all night. I cant get over how easy its been to meet people and get into some adventures on the road. At home I havent had a dinner guest in months and all plans to go bowling always get lost in the endless cell phone calls to confirm the plans which always change at the last minute anyway. Am I suggesting that¨in the future I come to Czech to go bowling. yes, yes I am.

high five!