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Oktoberfest

My train ride to Munich turned into an Oktberfest celebration!  As we got closer to Munich the train filled up with passengers sporting lederhosen and Bavarian dirndl skirts. My seat mates began passing out  spirits, pretzels, and beef sticks. It was only the beginning of what I’m sure will be a festive weekend for everyone.

I easily found the train to Nurnberg, but at Nurnberg nobody seemed to know about the buses and I had a short connection–10 minutes. I finally located the bus station across a busy street. As I was tearing across the street–with my luggage mind you–a man called after me, “the train to Prague is here!”  I could’ve kissed the man, but I thanked him so profusely he seemed uncomfortable.  The buses across the street must have been local buses and I would’ve wandered ad infinitum looking for a bus to Prague.

Arriving in Prague is spectacular. Even though everyone told me it was beautiful I wasn’t prepared. I’ll be taking pictures tomorrow.

I got an excellent recommendation for dinner at Lokal where they have authentic Czech food. I ordered Brussels sprouts soup and pork terrine, at my waiter’s recommendation.

The soup was savory and contrasted nicely with freshly made croutons. As I ate, several others joined my table. I enjoyed having the company. I asked my Czech table mate about the terrine. He said it was a traditional Czech dish made with chopped meat pressed in a tube and then sliced, the equivalent of Scottish haggis. I was horrified. It was covered with raw chopped onion and vinegar. I tried to channel my dad–he would have loved it–but I couldn’t. I am returning to the restaurant tonight though, and I know what to order thanks to my Czech friend!

 

Rhonda Sarantis

Rhonda Sarantis

"She's crazy and loud but she loves you!" That's what they tell my infant granddaughter to prepare her for my visit, so I thought it would be a great way to prepare you. And while I may not always be crazy or loud, one thing is always true: I LOVE people. That's at the heart of my passion for travel. I love getting to know people from different cultures who speak different languages, eat different food, have different ideas and opinions. I'm endlessly curious and make a point of reading about the countries I visit. Instead of saying "that's not how WE do it," I enjoy identifying strengths in diverse cultures, and learning about their way of life. I LOVE road trips! I have great memories of monthlong vacations growing up. Dad always had a van--before they were popular--and invited anybody who wanted to join us. My road trips within the United States will be featured in "The Lower Case Travelogs." Be sure to buckle your seat belt. I execute illegal u-turns if a bakery or estate sale is spotted!

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  • Ali

    Grandpa would have loved it. You’re right!

    September 28, 2015 at 5:08 am
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