Our videographer is Czech and didn't understand the words to the song he attached to this video. The movie was meant as a quick message to mum. My mother (77) was not well enough to travel from Victoria, Canada to Prague for the wedding, alas.
The cycle path on the way in to Prague is quite precarious. The lines are smooth, the rest is cobblestones, which are amplified by superhard 23c tires. Off in the distance, in the middle of the shot sits Prague Castle.
Marc lured Irena out across the Charles Bridge. She was expecting to meet me for breakfast at our usual spot. As they crossed the bridge they encountered a pitiful beggar prostrated and freezing, covered by a blue blanket. Marc persuaded Irena to give the begger some money. But it wasn't really a beggar...
Unfortunately my prepared speech fell apart as soon as I saw the tears in Irena's eyes, I asked, she managed a yes, and we both turned into a bubbly schmooshy mess. Afterwards we went to Allegro, the highest Zagat ranked restaurant in Prague.
We're getting into a morning routine of heading out at dawn across the Charles bridgeand having breakfast and coffee in Mala Strana under Prague Castle.
Waking up with the sun is good for the soul, especially in combination with a misty morning walk.
It really doesn't take that long to do a daily blog. This is a test to see how fast I can go from photo to blog post. 4:34pm leapt up from table to take photo, 4:37pm emailed post with picture attached, 4:39pm post was processed from gmail to Typepad via Flickr. 3 minutes more for tweaks and adding the post to appropriate categories. Under ten minutes. C'est fini. So why is it 20% of the 100 blogs I added to Google Reader are as dead as doornails one year later.
Irena and I went to the Czech Gynecology today. We found this strange object in Irena's tummy. Its 11.6mm long, 7 weeks and 1 day old and has the tiniest of tiny heartbeats. :-)