Bloody Hell.
I love the Brits.
Yesterday, on our way out of Kolkovna, a Pilsen pub, we ran into some Brits.
Well, to be more specific. Some British men, a Belgium woman, and a local. A bunch of expats and locals in their late twenties who were bloody amazing. After talking for a long time, we went to a pub and hung out for a long time. I got to practice the pronounciation of my own street with Jitka, talk about Britan with Dominick, and discuss journalism with Garreth.
It was nice to get some chill time with mature people and relatively local people. A few restaurant reccomendations later and some amusing conversation---it was time to go.
I thought I was overwhelmingly midwestern...but they said I seemed like I had a little bit of an English girl in me.
That made me terribly happy.
posted by Melanie Kahl @ 5:59 PM
1 Comments:
It is no surprise you love the Brits, my dearl, you are not ALL GermanGrandma Lawson's dad was born in Liverpool, England. Grandma is half and half(this Grandma). Do they have steak and kidney pie in Prague. I know, but it is awesome.
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