The Praguers in particular are extremely contained unless drunk.
And so freaking quiet on public transit.
I wonder if it has to do with recent history. They were cranky. Deception and secrets and being inobtrusive were kinda a big theme for a good while there. Plus just being prime drive-through real estate whenever some dictator got hungry.
I must admit, I'd never really thought about it at the time, but you are right, bon. I went to Spain in the middle of my time there and was mentally shrieking most of the time because every.single.human was invading my space and touching me and leaning on me and uhhhng!
Of course, the Russians/Ukrainians I met in the USSR were similarly loud and touchy.
I caught myself crooning "Feed me, Seymour!" at my desk a little bit ago, and decided that I probably should go do that.
In conclusion? Bacon is the bestest thing ever.
So pretty baby.
I only know a Hungarian. She's very emotional and touchy.
I think they're just that way. I mean, this is the city that inspired Kafka.
And so freaking quiet on public transit.
We got yelled at for laughing on the train once!
I went to Spain in the middle of my time there and was mentally shrieking most of the time because every.single.human was invading my space and touching me and leaning on me and uhhhng!
I had similar experiences. One when I went to Munich for the weekend and a cashier
smiled
at me, I practically welled up with tears because it was a pleasure I had completely forgotten about. I had a moment of "he must really like me!" The other, I spent my spring break in Florence and it seemed like everyone was having an argument because they were Talking So Loud!
I had similar experiences. One when I went to Munich for the weekend and a cashier smiled at me, I practically welled up with tears because it was a pleasure I had completely forgotten about. I had a moment of "he must really like me!" The other, I spent my spring break in Florence and it seemed like everyone was having an argument because they were Talking So Loud!
Mostly I remember the bold eye contact of women in Paris. Unafraid, unguarded. Very different from NYC or London where I'd just been.
it seemed like everyone was having an argument because they were Talking So Loud!
Ahahahaha! Yes. Did you have the pleasure of being in Prague when the spring tourist season started? Dear lord. We could identify nationalities from across the river/square/whatever. It was funny and sorts horrifying. And apparently I became as dour and sullen because czechs would complain to me about the damn tourists. It was amusing.
Calling all cooks! I need a good apple pie recipe. Anyone?? (x-posted w/Bitches)
