¡The riveting, adrenaline-drenched conclusion to the action-packed 2-part Semana Santa blog post stravaganza!
I’m a man who LOVES a cheese sandwich, but once in Prague I was grateful to leave the frugality-induced primarily supermarket-based diet that I had developed in Budapest. I owe it all to my comrade David. Watson and I met David in my homestay during our first month in Madrid. We bonded over a love for Ska-p and “El Mamut Chiquitito”. As we were getting introduced I asked David what he studied. “Alcohol,” he replied. But seriously, he studies alcohol — the processes of fermentation, distillation, etc. David was studying Spanish in Madrid in preparation for an internship at the Abuelo rum factory in Panama. His family owns a bar and a restaurant in Prague.
While we visited Prague, I think we attended the bar and/or restaurant at least once every day for free. On top of this, David’s family gave us a comfy bed, tasty Czech food, and excellent company in their home. Besides the wonderful times we spent at David’s family’s house, restaurant, and bar, we went:
- On a tour of downtown Prague’s historic and well-architected buildings, led by David and his girlfriend
- To a brew-pub that served accordion music with yummy stout-esque beer
- To a restaurant permeated by model train tracks that delivered beer
- To an expansive, scenic hillside-and-top park
- To the Transportation Technology Museum
- To the Museum of Communism
- Walking on The Street of Gold
- To the majestic cathedral of St. Vitus
- For a scenic stroll of the Bridge of Charles
- And to a playground
I leave details in the captions of the photos.
I want to add that David’s family maintains a palace-like home complete with 2 thirty-plus-year-old tortoises, a dog with a pony tail, and a well-spoken cacatu named Oliver.
After visiting the Museum of Communism, we had an impromptu after-dinner discussion with David’s parents about what life was like in Communist Prague. The discussion’s content was as interesting as the manner in which it was forced to take place. Language barriers and avenues constructed the following flows of communication:
Why does David have a hat? He’s the jefe, of course he has a hat! From a more graph theoretical standpoint though, I marked him because he represents a bridge – a node whose deletion would increase the number of completely connected components.
We discovered that the Czech beer Budweiser – pronounced Budveiser – is leaps and bounds better than the American beer of the same name. The Czech beer is the original; I was told that Budweiser means something like “from the town of Budvar”. I am happy that international lawsuits started by the American company against Czech breweries were snubbed by judges everywhere.
Czech is hard. Too many consonants are jammed next to each other for this anglophone to make head or tails of most words. Nonetheless I learned the Czech words for:
- Please – Proseem
- “Thank you” – Dyekoi
- “I would like…” – Yaktze
- “A little bit” – Maricosa
- Beer – Pivo
- Raisins – Rosinki
To conclude, I must once again thank David, his family, and his friends for sharing so much with us. I am truly grateful for their hospitality, and should they decide to come to the US, I would be more than happy to return it.