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We’re planning a mini-break to Prague. It’s kinda of spontaneous. Meaning we’re going to go in the next few weeks and we’re taking a train (gasp!). I ordered a Green Guide and a Streetwise map today. Sparky is ready to book a hotel however he’s not allowed to actually book a hotel before I get my map and book.
Sparky is WAY more adventurous than I am. He likes to find a cheap place in the farthest corner of a city and walk and walk and walk. I like to know what we want to see, where we want to focus our small amount of time and find a hotel in the area.
The last time we did this Sparky’s way in an unknown city was our honeymoon in Paris. It sounded so romantic and sweet, walking the Parisian streets, seeing the local flavor and really experiencing the city. Oh, the naivity of youth…
After the tear gas attack from the beautifully dressed French police force, we ended up walking 8.5 kilometers to our hotel through very sketchy parts of town.
Granted, part of it was sketchy because I mistook bonne année for punani and thought everyone we passed really didn’t like Americans fo’shu (insert stupid American joke here), but we did actually get tear gassed and we did have to walk 8.5 kilometers from the Eifel Tower area to our hotel because the metro system, where we were gassed, was not really running.
So, before we book these days, I like to know the layout and our plans.
Sparky assured me he knew Prague. He knew Prague because Vampire was set in Prague and he played that game for days.
See what I mean. I am so not walking those streets at night.
Since Jen and I are slumped with work today, we decided to update the Blog with a little signature film. I call it “Nature strikes back at Dick Cheney” – but maybe that’s just my wishful thinking. After all, it is only an unlucky Frenchman whose hunting hobby has some surprising consequences for him.
Click here or on the photo to find out what I’m talking about…
Today we’re off to Frankfurt with TwinkleToes. She’s 8. We met her when she was 5 and it’s amazing to see this little girl grow into this incredible person. We love spending time with her. Her mom just had a baby, like two weeks ago, so this is a perfect time to give her some TLC.
Yesterday, Sparky and I spent hours trying to figure out kid things to do. We had museums and movies and zoos and amusement parks all picked out. We were going to let her choose. You know what she wants to do? She said, and this is almost a quote, she doesn’t want to do anything that big, just spend time with us so if we could just go shopping for CDs and get an ice cream cone, she’d be happy. And this wasn’t in that passive-aggressive martyr way.
I swear, if my GBF hadn’t suggested that I not joke about kidnapping kids, I would warn her mom that TT would soon have a new last name. She is the one of the reasons Sparky and I are planning to have kids – not now, but in the future. She is the antithesis of a shitty kid.
Well, TT, the pleasure is all ours so you’re on. We’re off to Frankfurt for a bit of shopping and a movie later in the day. Ice cream cones included.
This is because Sparky keeps bugging me to post. He’s got HeisseScheisse on the brain. He’s working on a new template/site for moi and wants a post. He’s trying to work in these two adorable goats that I simply must have and its not easy. Something about vertical vs. horizontal. I don’t know. I just walk over and say yes or no, green or brown, big or small. I have no idea how it all works and as he’s been at it for days, I guess it can be kind of difficult.
As I did nothing today except think about how my arm got stuck in a drawer 15 years ago and it took me four hours to get it out and how that somehow related to being in Germany and figuring things out slowly because I still can’t find a place to re-order that toilet seat cover, I don’t have much to say.
With the drawer, I finally grew weary enough to relax and accidentally pushed the drawer in. Poof my arm came out. That was after 3 hours and 59 minutes of pulling really, really hard, bruising my elbow and thinking I was going to die with my arm stuck in a four drawer solid oak file cabinet and my cats would end up eating me.
There was some connection in my brain about relaxing and not getting so wound up over the four million phone calls I made to Bonn, Italy, London and France all to no avail. Just relax, push in the drawer and the arm comes out. Just relax, blah blah blah and the toilet seat cover is ordered? I don’t know how this is going to work. I was told by customer service in Italy I might have to visit Italy and pick it up in a store in Italy as they do not ship to Germany. At the time it made my eye twitch. Now it sounds like a really good idea. Just relax, push the drawer in and vacation in Italy.
I really don’t have anything to say today.
However, I always love making fun of Nazis. Click Away for YMCA
Don’t ask me why, but Sparky and I are kinda addicted to “Let’s Dance!”.
We were in Würzburg yesterday. The drive was pretty and we only had time to see the Residence before it started raining. The Residence and Hofkirche were impressive indeed. The gardens were awesome. I pretended I was a bored princess walking with my manservant. It was fun. I like menservants. And gardens with hedge alleys. I think I could definitely be a bored princess with a manservant in the garden.
Sorry, I got lost for a moment. Last week, we ended up watching this “Let’s Dance” thing in our hotel room in Trier. It was fun and the Swiss guy is really mean. Like I need another reason to hate the Swiss, right? Anyway, we got really involved. Involved enough that when I suggested we see a movie on our way home from Bavaria, Sparky declined because of the TV programming. I thought he meant Monk as we recently purchased the third season on DVD. Nope, he meant “Let’s Dance!”
After nearly killing us to get home in time, he and I spent the next hour and a half cheering and booing the judges. And Jürgen is so way more better than that arrogant Sandy from No Angels. And Wayne is so bonking Isabel – and with Yvonne “FAS Baby” Catterfeld looking on from the audience! For shame, Wayne. For shame! And if poor Heide doesn’t get voted off next week, I think I’ll just die because she cannot dance to save her life and looks like she just wants to crawl in a corner and really, if you can’t jerk your head around, don’t try the tango.
I don’t even like ballroom dancing, but man, I can’t stop watching. And to top off this lowbrow orgy, Upps – Die Superpannenshow, Germany’s equivalent to AFV, is on after. I can’t get enough of that shit. Give me crazy animals and dancing people falling off tables any day.
Illegal photo taken from inside the residence. Ohh, I’m soo bad…
One of many Tiepolos. This one is in the Hofkirche.
Altar in Hofkirche. This place reminded me of my FOB Italian grandmother’s house. So much stuff in a small place. All of it over the top. All this place was missing was The Last Supper on velvet, but they did have it in fresco and it was done by an Italian so I suppose that counts.
This is the ceiling in the HofKirche at the Residence in Würzburg. Amazing. The whole place is frescoed and my neck hurt from staring at ceilings all afternoon. It was really impressive. And the stucco work, man. The guy who did the stucco work went crazy and let me tell you, I know why. That place is huge and no two elements could be the same. Poor schmuck. At least Tiepolo included him in the big fresco over the grand staircase. I would have taken pictures of the whole place, but inside it wasn’t allowed and the docents were really bitchy about it.
From the gardens… My manservant was obviously not attening to my needs at this moment. Its so hard to find good help these days. Alas…
