It’s now 3 a.m. on Easter and I’m hoping this day will end up being as special as we intended it to be. My great-grandmother, Mary, was the first of our family to brave the voyage to America. She passed away on Easter many years ago...
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We pulled into Wenceslas Square in Vaclavske Namesti or Vaclavik, Prague (city center) and were directed to the Adria Hotel. It was advertised to be a restored convent from 1912...
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The VonTrapp children whistled to you, a cow lowed, and a slutty Lederhosen-clad beer wench blew kisses at you from a flowery hillside outside the tram’s windows. It was one of the creepiest experiences of sensory-overload I’ve had...
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This is my very first time out of the U.S. & I don’t know why I expected getting here to be any less dramatic than any other part of my life when it’s new or different...
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