Brannon's Euro-Trip

Mock Thanksgiving in Prague!

Yesterday I spent all day with my new friend Jackie. She is from L.A. (originally Mexico) and traveling almost the exact same time/route as me! But she's leaving in a week instead of three. We explored the Old Town Prague. The weather is still not holding out for me. It's cold and cloudy but no snow. On our way to Old Prague we wandered into a Aqua-Therm convention. We suspect that the lady didn't make us pay because she could tell we had no idea what we were trying to get into. Which was true. We thought it was a fair type thing. We at the park looking for the ferris wheel and iceskating promised. But we found an aquatherm convention about heating and toilets and such. It was great. A mingle with real Czechs who had no idea what we were doing there.
I got new glasses. And so have lessened my reliance on duct tape. Also tons of yarn and wooden knitting needles which are way better than metal or plastic as it turns out.
We decided to fix ourselves a little Thanksgiving dinner last night... since neither of us will be home or anywhere especially conducive to the holiday today. We made mashed potatos, green beans, a zucchini and tomato dish, rolls, salad (that we never made it around to eating), she made chicken, and wine out of box for less than a dollar. It was delicious. It was classy. It was fun... though the preparation was a bit long. Then we went downstairs where we listened to real Irish folk music. Courtesy of three wee lads from Ireland, Cormmack, Rory and Brian. These boys imparted the little Thanksgiving knowledge that it was NOT infact Chris Columbus who discovered America. (No!!!) IT WAS an IRISHMAN (of course). A monk by the name of Saint Brandon. He rowed across the Atlantic on a little boat. And they even sang us a song about it. And I can't laugh about it because it isn't funny IT'S TRUE. But our box wine was hilarious. We had a really good/late night hanging out with our Irish blokes. They even sang a few songs I knew. Vincent (Don McLean) and the Tiny Sparrow song (I don't remember the actual name). And Cormmack knew Eva Cassidy. I tried to tell them about Peter, Paul and Mary and American folk music. Rory wrote all the names I gave him down. But he's not a Bob Dylan fan so that caused a bit of a rift in the relationship. At least for me. So then I had to make him write down a list of terrific Bob Dylan songs that everyone should love. I think he will be won over yet.
Today I'm heading to Berlin. And we have heaps of left overs to eat before we leave. In the Thanksgiving tradition.

posted by Brannon @ 10:45 AM