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Prague
Hey all!
So this is the last one from Europe (sniff sniff) as I fly out tonight at 1745. I think I'll have time for one more from Darwin, so keep your cursers away from your Filter buttons a little while longer.

I don't have much to report about Prague. It feels a lot like Budapest, actually. I'd have to give Budapest the medal for better museums (and Parliament building, right), but then Prague's got oodles of narrow, cobble-stone streets and cool Jewish Quarter.

My hostel is ina  bit of a red light district. The fact that there is a Cabaret close by that is called, like my hostel, the Atlas, caused some confusion the other night when some unsavoury-looking dudes asked if I was heading to the Atlas and I said 'Why, yes!'....

The hostel's been pretty empty, most of the time. When I arrived there was a Kiwi (NZ), Peter, and as usual I couldn't believe how much, culturally, we had in common. Except for the odd clipped i, I could have been talking to a Sydneysider....

Oh yeah, yesterday I managed to get in touch with Lucka (pronounced Liska) a Czech girl I got to know at the Pushkin institute in Moscow, my second time there for 3 weeks getting the Ukrianian visa. Thanks Radka for passing on the mobile numbe.

Lucka and I only had time to have one beer and a pizza (that was me - she just watched), before Lucka had to go and say goodbye to her Slovak boyfriend, who was heading home for Xmas.

But its always cool to catch up wtih people met along the way ... it gives me more confidence that I'll see everyone else again, too.

Intereting observation: did you (non Czechs) know that over here the Xmas tradition is that the presents are brought by the baby Jesus, not Santa Claws? As in Germany, presents are opened Christmas Eve.

Here, Santa just does the sweets thing a couple of weeks earlier, Willy Wonka style. I'm pretty sure that was the regime in Poland, too. How cool is that? It is so .... Flanders Boys (Simpsons reference). I didn't ask Luska about Easter ... maybe the Resurrected Christ delivers Easter Eggs then, too. He he.

Anyway, I think I've got time to go back to the Jewish Quarter and czeck out the old synagogues and museum.

Adieu,


Liam, mercredi 21 décembre 2005 12:14.

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Commentaires :

  Giovenka
Giovenka
28-12-05
à 18:41

the thing with baby jesus...

oh yeah...I guess this is a kind of central european thing that baby jesus brings all the gifts! in austria (I guess in germany too) we call that "Christkind"!!! and it happens on christmas eve!

and by the way: easter eggs are still delivered by the one and only easter rabbit!!! ;-)

have fun & happy new year!
Doris

  Izabel
Izabel
29-12-05
à 03:21

Re: the thing with baby jesus...

Hello Doris !

In France, the presents are brought by Saint Nicolas (northern-eastern part) on the 6th December (afternoon), but you need to feed his donkey one month along with carrots, and to let him a glass of wine the evenings. Presents are also brought by the Père Noël (a kind of Diad Moroz, a Christmas Father, but with nothing to deal with Jesus Christ, who lives in Finland, where elves are manufacturing toys for him, and who carries all this toys using a reindeer sled) from the 24th December at Midnight precisely, to the morning of the 25th. And then, you have the January Father, or Mother, depending of the region (even by Saint Sylvestre himself sometimes), whose presents are given with the Deo Gracias (before the desserts) in the plates on the Saint Sylvestre night (31st December), and are opened not before kissing under the mistletoe, after midnight, that means on the New Year. Then arrive the 3 Kings (Les Rois-Mages - Sorcerers), on the 6th January, they bring little presents, mostly something sweet to eat. We also eat the "Galette des Rois" a kind of cake filled with a bean or a little terracotta, and the one who find it is the Queen/King of the day and can ask what he wants.

Concerning the Easter chocolate, nougat, turròn or sugar eggs, even the real painted eggs, they are dropped by the bells of Roma going back to Roma (flying and passing by our sky) after having rung Easter, on Sunday early in the morning. Problem is that bells do not have eyes and they cannot see where they loose their eggs, and you need to search them every where, in the garden, in the house, and quickly if you don't want the dog to find them before you. Most often, you may forget some and find them the year after if you are lucky. As you see, by us too, the egg has nothing to deal with chicken. Sorry, but we do not have a rabbit, except cooked with oranges and bergamot. For Easter, we eat a special cake tasting like a Pandoro, but in a form of a dove and with little white snowy sugars on it.

Isa




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