PRAHA

GET INTO IT.

Of All The Geshmack's, Mango Is My Favorite

Not that long ago Dresden looked like Middle Earth.

Martin Luther, the Saruman of Germany.

Reconstruction on Frauenkirche (above/below) began in 1993, and was finally completed and the church reconsecrated in 2005. Climbing to the top of the dome costs E5 if you're concessioned (student, old, female etc)

Ya?

Afterwards there was Bratwurst:

It tasted like Bratwurst and went well with the Elbe River and breeze. It's possible there were also waffle cones and vendor boys who didn't want to speak German with us even though I learned how to say "small". Foreigners.

That's A Hell Of A Place To Be Coming From

It's safe to say that I don't know much German, and the Germans aren't all that interested in getting to know much about me. So since the one month I managed to find myself in Dresden Grant Margeson was back in the US, I've pretty much just been playing it fast and loose.

The majority of my German?

Yeah, that's right. Cool Runnings. The best of all possible movies. Hearing "ein zwei drei" makes me look around for a pretty lady to try and push down some ice, which would make sense if this were winter or, say, Sweden. I can still start fights with Jamaicans though so I've got that going for me, which is nice. Another day here and there's no way I'm leaving without a 'Peace Be The Journey' tattoo of some sort.

SAY SOMEVING.

I Would Like to Leave This Show

From Vladamir and Estragon to Bernd das Brot.

German is just like English, we said. Switch a few letters, we said. Of course we can make a connection in Dresden with only 8 minutes WE SAID.

You know what else we said? Danka. Danka a whole, whole lot to the Deutsche Bahn man that let us ride around for free during a downpour while he tried to figure out how two silly American girls could get to Praha in the middle of the night until he realized it was impossible and escorted us back to Dresden.

So yeah. At least I have a new boyfriend.

Is Your Hostel Jazzy Accessible

So you get pictures from London, because that is the last time my camera worked. It's just that kind of girl.

Not only is this a pretty good Extras crossover, but MAN: I FEEL YOU. (We didn't get to see this, even though we tried. Apparently poor matchstick girls aren't allowed into "real theater")

In fact we even stayed in a real prison/prison cell.

The peephole on our door:

The old barbed wire from the cell window that surrounded the building. Or Western Europe, metaphorically:

How about some more London food?

1. This is fish and chips. What you see is about as far as I got but you know, good hustle.

2. Then this happened, which is the best

No we didn't eat there, but wanted to keep it on a pedestal. Recommend with: the Vader/McDonald's ads in Paris

Until I transfer pictures from Ann's computer or find a battery charger you're stuck with my couple of days in London. In your face? (Well not to mention that internet is now a myth and trying to find it feels like sailing for the new world. Whatever that means.)

The Salmon of Capistrano

Upon reflection, our story with rail travel here reads much like Goldilocks. The first station agent was adamant in the fact that trains had yet to be invented, and that we were sorcerers. The second was just awash in trains. Drowning in trains. Imagine how many trains you could shake a stick at, then double it. That's nowhere near how many trains he had. Finally we got the middle Eurail porridge but it didn't even matter because our hero has a tattoo watch with the hands always at "goof time" rather than the actual ability to accurately read a clock so it took her over 4 days to get to Prague the end.

And for the record: Harry was right. The French are assholes.

And Even If I'm So-So, You Won't Know

Yeah, so this happened:

The English version of Moon's Over My Hammy. Have yet to find some sort of Hooburrito, but this is too close to my heart to just give up.

ALSO:

Sister Act the Musical. Traditional black cop/white cop comedy, with Whoopi Goldberg to voice the introduction. Get. It. Ready.

PLUS:

That's pretty much "London, all" except for every internet ever costing hundreds of American dollars per minute in the entire nation but McDonald's, which is sovereign and/or an embassy. NASA may own space but goddamn Limeys own the information superhighway.

IN ADDITION TO:

Leaving for Praha tomorrow after I wear another dress and maybe also gloves as befitting a classy lady.

Update:

He was definitely not British.

They All Look Alike

(Photo Credit: Uhura)

Some British (?) guy just asked me about the internet here. I will let you guess whether or not I was able to help him.