Praha!

Hubs and I were in Prague this weekend, and what a glorious city. It was nice to have a break from the pregnant pause that is my life, and spend some time with P before we are brutally separated thanks to the incompetency of the USCIS. Anyway, I could totally see myself living in Czeska. Prague is beautiful, I could understand enough Czech to get by, and the art scene was hopping. I LOVED the Veletrzni Palac museum of contemporary art - even though I found a lot of communist-era-grimness - and I found a couple of amazing exhibitions at little galleries around town, including a David Cerny show. The food was amazing too; Czech food is similar to Polish food, in that it is basically all meat, meat, and more meat. By the time we got back to London I was devouring an edamame, runner beans, and butter bean salad on the train home and seriously craving some veggies.

As usual, we'd forgotten to pack our toothbrushes. I figured I'd just pull the old brush with your finger trick with a small tube of blend-a-med that we'd gotten at a pharmacy earlier. I squeezed a bit of toothpaste out and rubbed it all over my teeth. Wow, I thought. Sugarless czech toothpaste. Ick. I kept rubbing, and all of a sudden my mouth was super stickalicious. By this point I was pretty freaking sure that this was not, in fact, toothpaste. I looked at the box, which was in hungarian, I might add, and figured out that it was denture cream (from the unclear pictures). Gross. Screw you, blend-a-med, and the Czech sales assistant girl who didn't think about the fact that 20-something travelers with huge backpacks might not actually need denture cream but TOOTHPASTE!




Aside from the blend-a-med disaster, I had a super awesome weekend. I've been craving and hunting for good martini spots lately, and had a delicious one at the cute/strange Bugsy Bar that had boiled eggs and string cheese as free bar snacks . And in a hilarious ending to my weekend, I spotted Xzibit and his crew at Prague Airport!