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Cow versus Hot 8

I know a bit confusing. 

We went to a farm today. It is only about 15 min by bus and they have riding horses, a cow, some sheep, and goats. And a cherry orchard where you can freely pick as many cherries as you can at at the spot. It is awesomely undeveloped without any modern playgrounds, picnic areas, or parking lots. You arrive by a bus, sit on the grass, and play hide and seek among the trees. The kids looked so happy. They were just kids. They forgot all about Spongebob, and computer games, and Hannah Montana. They were digging in the dirt, picking wild flowers, and chasing birds. And of course, they had the biggest kick out of feeding the cow and the goats various leaves they picked around. 

So we were all thinking how nice it would be to live here and do this all the time. That was till we got home and listened to "Rock with the Hot 8". They all started to dance and sing and it was just sooo obvious that they are New Orleanians. They need Mardi Gras beads, crawfish, and beignets as much as they need to breathe. They need to be in the hot, muggy, stinky New Orleans summer because the fresh air of Czech meadows would kill them. 

So at this point, it is Hot 8 - 1, Czech cows - 0

Ahoj from Praha

Hi all,

Sorry I have not been keeping up with the blog. On the other hand, try taking care of 3 kids and then we will talk about having/not having free time.

Soo - we are in Prague, Czech or Praha, Cechy. The flight was a lot of fun as you can imagine. Amazingly, the kids were so well behaved it looked like I have some control over them (which I don't).

However, after standing on the Amsterdam runway for 45 min, we missed the connection to Prague. No help, no concern, they let me run with the carry on, stroller, and three sleeping kids through the airport. Then I was told by the airport "transfer desk" that my missed plane is not their problem but Continental's problem because they made me late. Continental referred me back to the transfer desk. Mind that this is all still with the sleeping babies, carry ons, stroller, and no help whatsoever. 

Finally, after waiting at the airport for 6 (SIX) hours, we boarder a plane to Prague. The Czech crew raised to a whole new level of apathy and selfishness. After being told that I have too much carry on baggage (I had two, could have had four) they laughed at me for traveling alone with 3 kids and a stroller. Not for a moment any of them thought of helping me. 

At that point, I was using all of my profanity vocabulary. Interestingly, I was using the same profanities Ashley was using when he traveled to Europe. A special, European oriented ones. 

One week later, things are a lot better. The kids have a blast. Yesterday we went to KidFest in Prague. Rey really enjoyed bow and arrows at the Indians village and using a slingshot at the Middle Ages village. Annabel got her face pained as a Indian princes. They all had the biggest cotton candy of their lives and it ended up everywhere, including all over their hair. They had little sparkling halos of cotton candy. 

Today, we are going to a farm so Katerina will get her animal fix. She has been missing our cats like crazy and she keeps begging for a dog. 

Ahoj!