Monday, January 19, 2009

The Familiar Vineyard


The Hart yard actually does grow vines -- and grape vines, at that! However, I do not have a photograph of them. Instead, the Hart house. Just as good. Actually, better.

The vineyard quotation comes from Vladimir Nabokov's Pale Fire. Appropriate not only for travel, but for my travels: my apartment in Praha 2 is in the neighborhood Vinohrady, where King Charles IV planted vineyards in the 14th century. Pretty neat.

The day after tomorrow it is. I'll go from rural to urban, a population of 1,500 to a population of 1.2 million, English to Czech, seacoast to landlock (weird), etc., etc., etc. At least the climate and the racial/cultural homogeneity will be the same. (Comforting.)*

OKAY. This traveling girl should stop typing and start packing. After all, I've got to double-Czech (ha! FORGIVE ME. The first AND the last Czech pun I'll make... unless I find a wonderfully tacky t-shirt or something. Then I guess I'll wear the pun, not make it...?) that I have all I'll need to explore (and hopefully embrace) my mysterious Czech/Slovak heritage.

Two days and it will be a scary 'goodbye' to my familiar vineyard and in three (sort of) an exciting 'dobrý den' to my new one. Let us hope that the wine there will be just as sweet!

*Sarcasm.

4 comments:

  1. Hahahah, great pun! :) Don't hold back, you know they're awesome.

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  2. Will you get me a tacky Czech shirt with a pun on it? PLEASE?!

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  3. no diggity. who else would i be a shameless tourist for??

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