So Lets begin with …

It is early December, 2016, and the ground floor is being prepared for plans I will tell you about a little later.  Winter has set in and I had to scrape the ice from my windshield this morning.  Reading Catcher in the Rye last night (for the squagillionth time) I miss New York a bit, but then I remembered that what I love about New York is right here in Prague in spades.  I love to discover things in New York and what makes a great discovery is usually connected with the fact that it comes from or grew from The Other … there are hundreds of languages in New York and dozens of whole expat communities, and to find a great Polynesian restaurant is a kick (I used to live in French Polynesia) … but here in Prague I find The Other every day.  I am still American, after living in Yerp (sorry, I learned that one from Bubba, excuse me, President Clinton) for a quarter of a century, and Prague especially always surprises me.  Sometimes in Paris you would think you were in Cincinnati, with all the English you hear, and Prague was like that in the early Nineties … but now that the American expats have apparently found somewhere else to congregate, English is not as common as it was.  Oh, but don’t get me wrong, it only means that I cherish meeting Americans here.  I love gossiping about what will happen once Trump is in the Hotel White H … excuse me, the White House.  I have visited over forty states in the Union (I am missing both Dakotas, Alaska and Wisconsin … how did I miss Wisconsin?) and I have usually visited or lived in wherever the expat is from.  What I mean is that with much less English I am forced to discover ways to communicate with people from elsewhere.  Sometimes we are host in a single night to people from dozens of countries and every continent, save Antarctica.  They tell you things (almost everyone speaks a version of English as a second language) that challenge your way of seeing the world, and I am once again gratified to have made a success of a hostel in this world gathering point.  I don’t need TV (but I will say that Netflix and other streaming services are a pretty terrific addition to the TV menu here … Halt and Catch Fire from the US and Doc Martin from the UK) … I don’t need TV because my guests are far more interesting than the tube (I am showing my age, I know, but we used to call it the Boob Tube). Gone too long today … have to stop myself mid-sentence and continue later … After all, tomorrow is another day, eh Vivien Leigh?  Hey Viv, old girl, get a load of the Vltava … just a coupla minutes from the Cosmopole doorstep …

2 Comments

  1. Good on ya! Keep those Cosmopole mind droppings flowing fast! It’s nice to see and hear a building blogging! All the best in 2017.

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