As it goes, usually in Eastern Europe, my predilections are changed. I stay up later. I socialize more. I become even more fearless with language. Why not? I can't practice Hungarian in the States, so where else am I going to ask for "Hal grillezett zöldségekkel"?
I just love the mix of languages here, spoken everywhere. In the cafeteria, restaurants, lessons, shops, bars, services. I will miss walking around, and hearing a din of things I do or don't understand.
So, on Saturday, an intrepid, stalwart international group headed out for adventure. It was a mix of Serbians, Romanians, Russians, Portuguese, Greeks, Australians, Americans, and an Italian. The highlight of the evening was crashing a wedding reception! We found one, entered, danced, requested songs, and REALLY made the wait staff mad! We got kicked out after about fifteen minutes, but we did it. Cross that off the list!
The evening ended with us bringing up the sunshine while sipping Czech beer outside. I was hurting for a couple of days after this night, but I'm happy I did it.
PHOTO(S): Are both from this night. One is our group at the actual wedding, the other is our 4:15 AM Staropranen.
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