So it’s been a while. I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve wanted to sit down and write something in last three years comparing Europe’s lifestyle to the U.S., but…
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Ok, they’re not really abandoned, but it sure seems that way at times. As I mentioned in my last blog, parents here in Czech Republic seem to have absolutely no problem leaving…
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Since moving to Brno, we’ve fallen into the habit of naming places by what they remind us of, because initially (and for me often still) we had a hard time pronouncing, much less…
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Another Bourgogne barge vacation in the bag! Instead of waiting for a wave of literary inspiration and flowery thoughts to wash over me about the trip, which is not likely to happen soon, I’m…
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Eight weeks, three states (not counting the travel in between), one transatlantic crossing—and this has potentially been the longest summer of my life, and it’s still only the first week of August. This…
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It’s been a week since our final concert at the National Music Festival, in Chestertown, Md., and that’s about how long it’s taken for the catchy strains of Mahler’s 3rd Symphony (performed…
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Back in the U.S. for a short visit, one of the first questions I’m inevitably asked is, “So, how is Prague?” Despite having told people again and again that we live in Brno,…
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Our apartment in the city center can be quite noisy at times. But sometimes the noise brings an unexpected surprise. Last Sunday we were lured out of our morning routine by the…
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This is the blog where I describe the ridiculousness of taking your pet to a foreign country. (In this case, our cat Piklz and our move from Philadelphia to Brno, Czech Republic.) First,…