Picturesque Prague

After the comfort and convenience of staying with family in the last two cities Prague took some warming up to. A new city, new language and new currency seemed like a lot of change. My hostel was a bit out of the way, requiring a tram ride to get to city center. The dingy part of town my accommodation was in and the beds stacked three high in my 12 bed dorm made me feel even less at home.

After getting settled (in a middle bunk, whew!) I met up with 3 other people from BusAbout- Amanda, Andy and Kate. We explored from Wenceslas Square down to the Astronomical Clock at old city center. From there we wandered to the river towards Charles Bridge walking through the silhouettes of buildings towards the most gorgeous sunset. After soaking in the last rays of sunshine we went on a hunt for dinner and some of the renound Czech beer. We were not disappointed- finding a place with taps built into the center of the table. It was nice to make some new friends in this city. Prague was growing on me.

 

The next morning I was determined to walk to Prague Castle through the vast Letenské park lands and castle gardens. I loved wandering through the shady greenery, getting amazing views of the city every few minutes. The park was much steeper then I expected, making what looked like a short distance on the map feel much longer. But remembering that I had nothing pressing to do and no where to be I took a breath and did my best to enjoy the journey. I wandered, sitting on benches looking out over the city speckled with red and blue copper roof tops. Reaching the castle on the hill was always my goal, I could tell I was getting close when I entered the gardens by the Summer Royal Palace. I walked through the gardens with a wonderful view of St. Vitus’ Cathedral right across the way. I entered the main castle walls through the Powder Bridge, which was wonderful luck because there was absolutely no line. Only when exiting through the main castle gates did I realize how fortunate I had been. I bought a ticket, feeling sneaky for continuing to take advantage of my student discount, which gave me access to 6 of the main castle attractions. The only one I found exceptionally notable was St. Vitus’ Cathedral. It was even more immaculate on the inside as on the outside. Its stained glass was made of the most beautifully saturated colors from across the spectrum. I’ve seen a lot of churches and cathedrals in these past weeks, but these windows were by far my favorite. I later discovered my favorite window was designed by one of my favorite artist Alphonse Mucha, who had spent much of his time in Prague. Glad to see my artistic taste has some consistency!

 

It started pouring and when all the exhibits closed around 5:00 I decided to head back to the hostel. Expecting a quite night of writing I went down to find a seat in the hostel’s cozy bar and was immediately waved over by another group of travelers. All 7 of them were also traveling solo and we swapped stories about our different travel experiences and the benefits and drawbacks of being on our own. One thing I love about staying at hostels is how friendly and welcoming everyone generally is. It’s easy to find other people to explore the city with or to give you tips for your upcoming destinations. I ended the evening with plans to meet another woman, Laura, the following morning for a free walking tour of the old town.

At the walking tour the next morning I was glad to have a buddy, the town was already extremely crowded and loosing our group in the crowd was a frequent occurrence. We luckily had an exceptionally hilarious, engaging tour guide- providing a good incentive for not wandering off. We covered a lot of ground seeing the astronomical clock, the Jewish quarter, Charles Bridge, one of Motzart’s many concert halls, Charles University and much more. After the tour I felt the need to be on my own and said goodbye to Laura and another hostel mate who had joined us. I Crossed Charles Bridge fully which was quite the battle, noting not to do that again for the rest of my visit. It felt like a battle of dodging selfie sticks and meandering tourists. I could hardly see the life sized statues that famously lined the sides of the bridge. I made my way back up to the castle intending to finish the last two exhibits my pass from the previous day still allowed me entry to. But the line at the main entrance was massive, and with no easy way to access the side entrance, I opted to head straight to the monestary and Petrín tower on the hill. This was an excellent choice, it was far less crowded and gave me the best view of the city I had experienced so far (which is really saying something considering the hills at the park). It was nice to be up above the trees looking down at the castle and the beautifully designed city below.

That evening I decided it was time to try one of the European pub crawls everyone was so fond of. I met with my friend Amanda and two of her friends, and we were greeted by two more familiar faces from BusAbout when we arrived. The first hour included unlimited beer, wine and absinth shots. First off, absinth is gross- it tasted like mouth wash and will never again touch my lips!  Then the growing group proceeded to 4 more bars/clubs with a free shot at the door of each one. In good company we danced and drank the night way ending at a club 5 stories high with a different theme of music on each floor- my personal favorite, the “Oldies” floor, throwing it way back!

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The next afternoon I made it out of bed to meet Amanda for our 1pm Kutna Hora tour, just to find out the tour company had over booked and couldn’t take us along. Settling to go the following day, we decided to instead head to dancing house. This architectural masterpiece literally looked as if it was moving, swaying with the wind along the river. It was the perfect sunny day and the area surrounding dancing house was full of nothing but cute, cheap restaurants and parks and it was so empty compared to the crowded streets of old town. I said goodbye to Amanda and crossed the bridge on my way to Lenon Wall. It was a beautiful day to be strolling along the river. Lenon Wall, located near the castle side of Charles Bridge, was crowded but worth the walk. I had a good time looking at all the positive messages written on the brightly colored wall influencing people to “keep your head up” and “build bridges not walls.”

I strolled back towards the adorable dancing house area, my mind set on exploring a nearby monestary. Stopped for an ice cream from Angelato, hands down the best one I’ve had in Europe so far (Italy here I come). Crossing back over a different bridge I noticed music and detoured down the stairs on the side of the bridge to a little island in the middle of the river. There was a band warming up, possibly for a performance later that evening. People were in paddle boats on the river, others sat on the shore watching the water, reading, tanning, listening to the music, feeding ducks, walking their dogs. Such a relaxed and peaceful environment out of the crowds and rush of city center. After sitting on the grass for some time I continued to the monastery, which turned out to be nothing extraordinary from the outside, but was completely deserted providing me with an exceptional view from the huge front balcony. I stood there in the evening sun enjoying the solitude.

Friday rolled around quicker then expected, I couldn’t believe my time in this beautiful city was already coming to a close. In an attempt to squish everything in I headed to the Mucha Museum before the day trip to Kutna Hora. I’ve always admired this Art Neauvou artist’s dreamy, romantic work, especially his use of line and color. The women, flowers and ornate framing which dominate his subject matter are all so beautiful and intricately crafted. This is also where I discovered my favorite stained glass window at the Vitas’ Cathedral (and my favorite of all the many stained glass windows I’ve seen on this trip) was designed by Alphonse Mucha.

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I’m glad I enjoyed the art exhibit because honestly the tour to Kutna Hora was a bit of a let down. It was pouring out, as I made my way to meet the Kutna Hora tour group, making me even more annoyed that if everything had gone as planned and I would have been on the tour yesterday in perfect sunshine. Our tour guide had a thick accent and curtly directed us to the bus. I was excited to see it would be an intimate group of 3 others, Amanda and myself. My excitement fell when our guide spent the remainder of the drive talking in a quiet monotone voice, ignoring questions from the other members of the group, and unsuccessfully attempting a bit of humor which I interpreted as rather sexist. Our driver also clearly though he was meant for NASCAR and spent the drive zooming into oncoming traffic trying to pass cars, then veering back into the correct lane at the last moment. The cathedral, while not entirely constructed of bones as I imagined, was still chillingly immaculate. Thousands and thousands of human bones, turned into artwork brought life to the tiny cathedral. Apparently, believing the land this cathedral was built on was sacred, people flocked from all around to be burried on this cite. The land was so full of bodies there was no room for more, so in an attempt to make more space the bones were removed from old graves and made into decorations for the inside of the church, creating room for new bodies to be buried in the surrounding graveyard. Strange logic, but I guess it worked out. We arrived back in Prague in one piece, our angry driver having several near misses causing him to throw his hands up at many terrified pedestrians. In retrospect I’m glad I had the  perfect day of sunshine to explore a new area of Prague instead of wasting the great weather on this less then fabulous tour. Maybe everything does happen for a reason.

Given how much I had grown to love Prague I was very excited to see more of the Czech Republic. Next stop Cesky Krumlov!

 

 

On my own: Bruges, Belgium

Bruges, Belgium is the first city I’ve traveled to entirely on my own during this trip. My mom and I had a hurried goodbye in the Paris metro station at around 7:00am on Saturday morning and just like that I was completely alone. Part of me wanted to go skipping down the hallway overjoyed with my complete and total freedom! The other part of me wanted to stand there petrified with no more mom to turn to.

I successfully made my metro transfers and even met two backpacker on their way to catch the same bus as me. The bus ride was comfortable and many friendly hellos were exchanged between passengers. There was room for me to have a row to myself, which I was slightly disappointed about since I was looking forward to meeting people. Our trip from Paris to Bruges took about 5 hours with one stop for a bathroom break at an all-in-one supermarket/cafe/drugstore/pharmacy/gas station. I wandered around browsing some magazines in French and taking advantage of the generous 10 minute allotment of free wifi. Back on the bus I dozed and awoke as the bus pulled over along a canal to let us off.

The tiny town of Bruges was still bigger than I had imagined but it carried all the medieval charm I had read about. The tiered rooves, windmills, the big trees and little walkways along the canal, cobbled streets, grand churches with towers overlooking the city. I couldn’t wait to get out and explore.

 

It was too early to check into my hostel bed so I rented a locker and joined a free walking tour of the town the hostel was offering. The main thing I remember about the 1:30pm tour was how hot and crowded it was the entire time. I felt as if I was witnessing each of the 5 million tourists that visit this tiny town annually, here all in one afternoon. There wasn’t space to breathe. We bumped into each other, doing our best to avoid bikes, vespas, and the many horse carriages. Every once in awhile a car would even shove its way through the narrow, crowded, windy streets and everyone would suck in their stomachs and press up against the nearest wall.

The second most memorable part of the tour was seeing some of Bruges’ many swans and learning how they got there. Apparently the town keeps them as a symbolic punishment they received for killing a man with the surname Longneck. The king insisted the people of Bruges maintain swans in the town as a reminder of what they had done to his friend. He also made the people of Bruges destroy their town wall leaving them completely vulnerable and moved all trade to the neighboring town of Antwerp ruining Bruges economically- but the swans part is much more facinating.

After standing in the heat for 2 hours and getting a good overview of the town I decided to check into my room and get out of the midday heat. The room was everything I expected, a bunch of tiny bunk beds with little curtains. Unfortunately I was on the rickety top bunk, surely waking my bunkmate up every time I had to climb down to retrieve something I had forgotten. During my entire stay everyone in the room was quiet and respectful, the beds were clean and comfortable, and the dorm showers were, well, not completely disgusting. Only one incident occurred where a girl in my 16 bunk dorm room had caught a guy from a few beds away using her bath towel- very awkward, but glad he didn’t grab my towel!

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My top bunk.

After a nap I decided to wander the city some more and seek out the best spots to visit tomorrow. After 6:00pm the town was much quieter and much less crowded, the air was cooler, and the colors of the evening sun on the buildings was fantastic. The houses’ reflections on the canal were disrupted with every passing swan. Happy people were dining outside at every restaurant. It was so peaceful to wander the almost empty streets. I stopped in Market square to listen to a violinist and sketch the clock tower. I had no where to be and nothing to do. It was a wonderful feeling.

The next morning I locked up my things, filled up on the free hostel breakfast and set off with high hopes for fitting many things in in my one full day in Bruges. First to the Church of Our Lady to see Michelangelo’s Madonna and Child. By 9:30am the streets were already filling up. Learning that the church didn’t open until 1:00pm on Sundays I browsed the entrances to a few other museums in town, but feeling I had enough of that in Paris, I opted to go find the chocolate factory and museum. Though the museum was unimpressive, the chocolate demo and samples were fantastic. Smooth and rich- better then anything I’ve tried back home. These chocolate makers were quite talented, each flick of their wrist making the chocolate into identical mini masterpieces.

I went back outside to fight the crowds for a glimpse of Michelangelo’s Madonna and Child. In the cool, quiet of the church I could have sat for hours looking at her gentle marble face, but the constant flow of shuffling tour groups through the church was disruptive. Time to get out of town.

I unsuccessfully haggled with the man at the bike rental shop, but the ride was worth every penny. I followed a canal out of town towards the neighboring village Damme. The air in my face, a scenic route, and a smooth bike trail shaded by trees was the perfect combination. Since my words won’t be able to properly do this ride justice here is a slide show of my ride and some of the many animals and houses I saw along the way.

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After returning the bike and enjoying a nice dinner, I left the restaurant to find a huge group of people gathered in a central square used as a fish market during the day. Music was playing, wine was flowing, and everyone in the center of the square was dancing the tango. They moved so fluidly, smiling and laughing, switching dance partners occasionally. Men dancing with women, women dancing with women, men dancing with men. The gathering had a very “come as you are” feel. Some people were dressed very casually, others in dress shoes and flowing skirts. I loved seeing this community come together over a shared interest in dance. I sat and watched them for over half an hour, enjoying the environment. I felt very much included and welcomed even as an outsider knowing little to nothing about the tango. Perching on a low cement barrier surrounding the dance floor I sat, very content, not worried about accommodating anyone, or what anyone else thought of me sitting alone.

Goodbye Ireland, Hello Wales

We recently left Ireland, the land of amazing dairy (creating equally great lattes), and set off to the UK starting in Caernarfon, Wales. I still don’t completely know how to pronounce that city’s name- Welsh is proving very difficult. Take a look at this town’s name we saw as we passed on the train!

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Literally did not even get the entire name in  my photo it is SO long!

It was truly a unique time to be in Ireland because this year marks the 100th year since their fight for freedom during the Irish Revolution. We saw this anniversary, along with the excitement surrounding the Irish team’s (short lived) success in Euro 2016 celebrated through outpourings of Irish pride all over the south of the country, from larger towns like Dublin and Galway to more rural places like Kilkenny and Dingle.

The second half of our time in Ireland was my favorite; we spent it in more rural areas, soaking in the Irish countryside. Before visiting I imagined all of Ireland to be a crazy quilt of different green patches sewn together over rolling hills. Serine and breathtaking.

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Now that I’ve seen a bit of the country for myself, not Hollywood’s version, I realize there is a lot more to Ireland than that, but the “greenness” of everything still shocked me!

As I reflect on my visit here are a few quirky notes on Ireland of things that stood out to me as being different from the US. I broke them up, in no particular order, into “the good” which are the things I wish I could take back to the US with me and “the bad” which are things I’m happy to be leaving behind.

The Good:

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Farm fresh dinner from McSwiggan’s, voted the best in Galway

  • Kind, generous, American loving people (this is, of course, a generalization but what I personally experienced). A big shout out of thanks to all the patient bus drivers who helped us find our way
  • Excellent access to wifi in most places- Cork even had city wide wifi
  • Restaurants having a list of their suppliers on the menu (this way you know exactly where your meal is sourced from- what a concept)
  • Delicious food fresh off the farm
  • How amazingly green everything is
  • The crafts and music of local artists 

     

  • When you enter your hotel room, you place the key in a slot above the light switch for the lights to work (saving electricity by turning all lights off when you leave the room AND you never need to worry about loosing your keys)
  • How people were encouraged to pitch in to keep their city clean! Ireland even instituted a “Tidy Town” award that goes to the cleanest town
  • Tea everywhere at all times (with the best milk you’ll ever taste)
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    Tea time at Cupan Tae

     

The Bad:

  • Lots of smoking everywhere; we couldn’t really sit outside without being absorbed in a cloud of smoke
  • A downside to the charming windy streets is smelling the exhaust of cars just inches away from you
  • Few towels in hotels/b&bs, not a big deal, but a bummer if you have long hair to dry (aka no wash clothes or hand towels)
  • The bipolar weather- it’s not safe to go out without a raincoat and umbrella even if it’s sunny

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    Me hanging out with Fungi, Dingle’s resident dolphin

  • Old plumbing in most places had me questioning, will the toilet flush? Will there be enough water pressure to wash my hair?

 

I probably sound incredibly spoiled but this is so you all can be prepared when you visit and I can have a good laugh looking back at the thoughts of my younger self. Now I’m off to enjoy the beautiful Welsh seashore- expect more on Wales soon!

Irish Street Art

I’ve been finding really cool street art all over Ireland. In every town we’ve stopped in there have been quirky, random, sometimes beautiful pieces covering  the walls. No Banksy’s yet but UK here I come! Below are just a few I caught to share.

 

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Live Music in Ireland

I have been feeling so inspired by the live music performed in Ireland. On a nightly basis every pub on the street will have signs announcing their live music offerings. We happen to be in the right place at the right time last night and heard a really great couple perform. The woman performed violin and vocals and her husband played the accordion. For a taste of what I’m talking about, listen to the clips below- the first an upbeat jig, the second a ballad.

I love how so many people in Dingle, Ireland still know how to play an instrument. In the family we are staying with, all three children play the piano and the mother plays violin in a local orchestra. Reflecting on my own experience in the states, my only musical education (to my mother’s dismay) was playing the saxophone for one year as a middle school elective. Neither of my parents actively play an instrument, although both took lessons as children, and my sisters, who both took piano and guitar lessons growing up, chose not to continue with their practice. Very few of my friends play, though we all seem to have taken lessons of some sort as children. How come so few of us carry this practice through to adulthood? Whenever someone does bring a guitar to a group event everyone seems to enjoy it and joins in nodding their heads to the beat.

I think one contributing factor may have been the fact that electricity didn’t reach parts of the Dingle Peninsula until the late 1960s! Without television (which was adopted widely in the US in the 1950s) learning and playing music was a wonderful form of entertainment. And today, with a world of unlimited, personalized entertainment at our fingertips who takes the time or has the attention span to master an instrument. I applaud all of you who do!

So next time I go to turn on Netflix, I’ll need to stifle the internal guilt I feel for my lack of musical abilities, and maybe even browse for a good guitar teacher in the Bay Area while watching Orange is the New Black.