Not so deep thoughts.

Three random, unrelated thoughts about the Czech Republic:

1. I was about to take a picture in a grocery store, where a very upset man interrupted his stocking of the shelves to run over to me, yelling urgently for me to stop in Czech.  Strange, I thought.  Are they worried I was photographing prices for the competition?  I couldn’t think of another reason.  Then I started seeing signs forbidding the taking of pictures, at places like a cathedral and a shopping mall. (Really, how many people take pictures in a mall except weird people like me?)  At least three different tourist attractions charged a not-so-nominal fee if you wanted to take pictures inside the attraction.  All of this makes me wonder: Do the Czech people have an aversion to pictures?  If so, why are there so many camera stores in Prague?  If there is an aversion, is it a holdover from the Communist era?
2. I would like to get my hair trimmed.  I am too scared to get anything other than a simple trim.  Anything more stylish would be a waste anyhow because I usually air-dry my hair and then, at some point in the day when I can’t take it any longer, I end up pulling it back in the heat.  I didn’t want to spend a lot of money on a haircut, so I didn’t get one in Spain.  I thought Prague might be a good place to get a haircut, but after arriving, I quickly changed my mind.  While there are some girls who look cute and stylish like many of the French and Spanish, there are many more with a decidedly 80s or 90s look.  The hair in particular is not good.  There are lots of mullets, both of the male and female variety.  (Even more than Pittsburgh, if you can believe that).  There are cuts that are not so much mullets as they are just large on top and flat everywhere else.  There are feathers.  And there are just too many haircuts featuring large, teased bangs for me to be able to entrust a random hairstylist to give me a simple trim.  I think I’ll keep growing my hair for a while.
3. Thank goodness there is English everywhere in Prague, or we would be lost.  Czech is one of those languages with random consonants inserted in places where I would think there would be vowels.  They also like to add the letter y onto the end of words we recognize, which makes the words cuter.  Dezerty.  Bus linky.  Sean likes to pretend he can just add a y on the end of English words, but this does not work any better than his efforts to add an o or a to the end of words in Spain.

Deep thoughts

Prague is, just as promised, completely fascinating.  The main reason it is so, I believe, is not just because it has beautiful Baroque architecture still intact, or because it has an old bridge crossing a river with charming views of a castle.  Nor is it because it has modern conveniences or places with fun and funky atmospheres.  No, it is not even because it has delicious, delicious beer.  I think it is because the Czech Republic, and Prague in particular, have such a recent history, which put all of those other attributes in perspective.

From Prague Part 1

Significant events shaping the country have occurred within our lifetimes and within the lifetimes of those we know.  I was 10 years old when the Velvet Revolution occurred.  All I really remember about the fall of communism is President Reagan making some sort of remark about Michel Gorbechav tearing down the Berlin Wall, but the specifics are fuzzy.  I knew that Czechoslovakia was no longer a country, but I didn’t know how or why that happened.  The most I could relate to the Czech Republic before I came was that Jaromir Jagr, one of my favorite Pittsburgh Penguin hockey players in the early 90s, was from this area.

Somehow, just being alive when all of these important events happened made it all the more interesting to learn more about the role this region played in the World Wars and the rise and fall of communism.  To help us brush up on history, and to learn even more, we visited the Museum of Communism.  The museum takes you through the “the Dream, the Reality, and the Nightmare.”

I knew a little bit about the “Dream” from my Marxism class in college, but I didn’t know much about the practical aspects of communism or socialism other than the general sentiment that they were bad.  The museum seeks to show you a little bit what life was like, such as the indoctrination of school children, the barter system that was created between those who had anything of value, the alternate currency that was created for foreign luxury goods, and the spying on potential dissenters.  It is unconceivable to me that a government regulate even something as intimate as the creation of art, but that’s what happened – as recent as the 70s and 80s.

The musuem also featured the ardent dissenters of communism, such as the student who lit himself on fire in response to the Soviet occupation of Prague in 1969 to control Czechoslovakia’s President’s efforts at softening communism.  One group of dissenters were the banned rock’n’roll group the Plastic People of the Universe.  To look at them, they look like the long-haired hippies that were protesting different problems in the United States.  In a society where information was banned, it is interesting that similarities exist in two totally different worlds.

It is weird to think that at a time when I was sitting through history classes in the United States, learning about things that happened years before my time, Czechoslovakia changed its entire form of government and its economy.  Over the course of several weeks in November 1989, Czechoslovakians protested their communist government, culminating in the surrender of the communist government and appointment of a new government (i.e., the Velvet Revolution).  Four years later, Czechoslovakia split into two separate countries, the Czech Republic and Slovakia.

Looking around today, it is hard to tell that the Czech Republic used to be a communist society.  The irony that the museum is located next to a casino and above a McDonalds is not lost on the creators of the museum, who created posters mentioning that fact.  The area around Wencelas Square, the site of many protests, including one where the protesting student set himself on fire, is now home to every international chain you can think of.  The streets are filled with tourists from all around the globe.

Some people put down Prague because it does attract so many tourists.  There is no doubt that Prague receives an amazing amount of tourists – in fact, we have encountered more people from the United States here than anywhere else on our trip.

But I think the tourism, itself, is an important part of Prague. The fact that Prague is an international travel destination participating in the world economy just over 20 years after fall of communism is precisely what makes Prague such a fascinating place to visit.

A Whole Lot of Nothing

I was going to write lots of posts about Valencia, especially since we were there for 10 days, but sitting here in Prague, Valencia seems like a distant memory.

It is not that we didn’t enjoy our time there. Like all of the Spanish cities we visited, we really liked Valencia. It is just that nothing exciting happened while we were there. I mentioned previously that due to our excitement over staying in an apartment for a change, we spent a lot of time relaxing. There is not much you can say about that. First, we slept in. Second, we made eggs for breakfast. Third, we surfed the internet and read. Fourth, we went for a walk.  Fifth, we looked for a replacement camera…

It was nice to relax in Valencia, because the two months so far have been anything but relaxing. Travel is stressful. Every day involves countless decisions, endless feelings of unfamiliarity, money limitations, getting lost, and figuring things out. Simple tasks often are a two step process, because all too often something goes wrong the first time and you have to set out again, with newly acquired information, to accomplish what you wanted to do the first time. Even something as simple as getting something to eat can be a big production, because first you have to figure out where to go, how to get there, what exactly they are serving, what to order, how much to order, how to express what you want, and how much it is. Even simple sightseeing or wandering is tiring – there is a lot more activity in our days than we ever experienced sitting at our desks back home. Look, travel fatigue is a problem I know many people who are stuck at work would kill to have, but it is a problem nonetheless. And you may not believe me, but there are days where I am hot, tired, and cranky where I have actually muttered the words, I might rather be at work than deal with this.

Of course, we all know that’s not really true.

So if one is in the mood to just hang out for a while, Valencia is the perfect city to do so.   After spending two weeks in Spain in earlier in our trip, and leaving and re-entering on three separate occasions, Spain began to feel familiar and more like home, which is what we needed for a little while.  Compared to other Spanish cities, there seemed to be less tourists, and more Valencians just living their lives. The weather was sunny almost every day. Although it often topped 80, it got decent breezes from the sea. Some years back, the city diverted its river, and put a park in its place. The result is a winding green space in the old riverbed, where at any given time people are lounging, playing soccer, running, riding bikes, or walking.

Valencia is at once both very modern and very historic. There is a dichotomy between its architecture. Many of the buildings seemed to be blah, ugly high rises.

Yet it also has grand historic buildings, such as the site of the former silk market, or its cathedral housing the Holy Grail (the cup from which Jesus reportedly drank at the Last Supper).

It also is home to the very futuristic City of Arts of Sciences, a fantastic complex of geometric lines.

You would think that a city on the Mediterranean would be focused on the sea, but if it wasn’t for the fresh seafood everywhere, you would almost forget that Valencia is seaside. The beach, or at least the portion we visited, is nothing to write home about, but there are fantastic paella restaurants up and down the promenade. Valencia is the birthplace of paella, and actually features chicken and rabbit as the main type of paella. All of the rice based dishes we had were fantastic, owing to the local rice.

It is a good thing our need to cook coincided with our stay in Valencia, which abounds with local, fresh produce. In addition to oranges, we had great local tomatoes and olive oil. Besides the neighborhood bakery where we often made meals out of empanadas, we were frequent customers at the Central Market. As the name implies, it is a large market in the center of town, featuring every type of food you could need to cook a feast. The first day we visited, we literally followed our noses, letting our sniffers lead us to the sweetest smelling strawberries.

We can vouch that Valencia is a good place to go shopping, both of the real and window variety. I spent some time wandering in and out of funky shops in the Barrio de Carmen neighborhood. We surely visited every camera store in Valencia for our search for a replacement camera and accessories. We also surely visited every shoe store in Valencia in my search for a replacement for sandals that were not a good fit. Although shoe shopping in Spain was now old hat, it became increasingly clear with every shoe store that I apparently have the largest feet ever known to mankind. I wear a US size 10. Prepared in advance this time, my research indicated that a 10 converted to a 42. Upon inquiry of whether the store might have a certain shoe in a size 42, the response typically was 42? Commence sharp intake of breath and vehement head shaking. Oooh. Maybe a 41. There is no way we have a 42. Then the salesperson would return with a 40. Maybe this would work?

From Shopping in Valencia

Luckily, I found a stylish, comfortable Spanish brand called Wonders where I took a 41. In case you haven’t noticed my repeating wardrobe, it primarily consists of a green shirt and blue shirt. Combined with my blue purse, I have been sporting a very blue and green centric look. So of course the only Wonders sandals (or really, any sandals) that fit me was a colorful blue and green pair. They are blue leather with green soles. I think I found the only size 41 in the entire city. I should know, as every time I saw a shoe store, I popped in to see if they had size 41 Wonders in a different color so I wouldn’t be so monochromatic. They didn’t, so blue and green it is. I later realized that the walls in our Valencia apartment are painted blue and green. I am surrounded by blue and green.

5 years

Five years ago today, Sean and I got married.  It is hard to believe that five years have gone by since then.  In that timeframe, we bought, renovated, and sold our first house; got new jobs and quit those jobs; and left our lives behind at home to travel the world for a year. Some of our wedding guests are no longer with us, and I miss them all. But just as many have been born in those five years, and our flower girls and ring bearers are all grown up now. Our marriage still obtains strength and support from our relationships with our fantastic friends and family.  And even though we bicker nearly every day on this trip, our relationship is just as strong as it was five years ago.

Every time we celebrate our wedding anniversary, we actually celebrate an even longer relationship. We started dating in June 1998 – 12 whole years ago. I remember sitting on a fishing dock with my friend Scott, who was fond of saying that summer, Look around.  Did you ever picture yourself here, with these people, doing this? They were good times.

You never know where life might take you.  Did I ever think 12 years ago, or even 5 years ago, that we would be celebrating our 5th wedding anniversary in Prague?  Not a chance.  But here we are, with 10 more months of travel and exploration in front of us.

Happy Anniversary, Sean.  I wouldn’t want to do this trip with anyone other than you.  Here’s to celebrating this and future anniversaries – and ordinary days – in exciting places.

You don’t need a museum to find art.

Normally, graffiti everywhere is a bad thing, but there sure are some artistic spray painters in Valencia.  I enjoyed wandering around Barrio del Carmen finding more and more graffiti.  It also makes siesta time less dreary.  During siesta time (anywhere from 1:30 to 5:30, depending on the city and the store), Spanish stores close their metal gates, making the street look a little neglected.  In Barcelona, there was a lot of graffiti on the gates, but all of it was of the dodgey variety.  Spanish cities can be confusing – and interesting – because each time you wander down the street, you find new stores and lose track of ones you’ve previously seen.  So it is nice to have some art to look at while you are trying to find that store you just know you saw yesterday.

Here’s a sampling of the graffiti artists’ work:

From Valencia Graffiti