Snowfall in the local park

"I wanna leave this house singing" - Will Reagan

Since I was a child I always loved seeing the snow fall to the ground, softly and slowly. 

We live, maybe, one-hundred meters from a BEAUTIFUL park, Stromovka. The park is layered with wildlife, ponds, bridges and countless dogs leading the way for their owners. We love strolling through this park and taking in the sights, especially when it's just been dusted with snow.  

Stromovka already holds multiple sweet-memories for us:

  • Waiting hours on a bench (with all we owned) for our apartment to be cleared

  • Winter morning runs that burn your throat

  • Nanny duties: walking round and round while the kids rest in the stroller

  • Feeding the swans and duck friends

  • Meeting/greeting every lovely pup that walks my way

  • Exploring and picture taking

  • Etc. ETc. ETC.

Anything with a beating heart immediately grabs my attention. I yearn for more time with animals in their natural habitat. As a kid I used to sit outside, for hours on end, just watching and waiting for anything to cross my path (or I would SURELY try to cross theirs). 

As the snow fell on this day, the birds began to dance and cheer while whistling through the bushes in front of me. It's like each bird would dare the other to brave the big falling flakes. Finally when one mustarded up the courage the crowd would erupt with applause. I loved what I saw. I loved what I heard.

Thanks little birds for reminding me to take on the "big falling flakes".  

Recess for children in Prague usually consists of piling on the layers and chasing after one another in the local park. The excitement and joy surely heightens when it has just snowed. 

Truly, frozen in time.

The final weeks of winter have been the best of the season; cold but sunny, and sometimes snowy!

After many months of cold-wet darkness, I can happily say we both are anticipating the arrival of spring. Wahoo!  My heart begins to flutter as I see the tulip bulbs spring up from the dirt.

Much love winter, Bensey <3   

Ps. See you soon spring :)  

Saturday Farmers' Market

"I'm happy as I am" - Men I Trust

Winter has come in full force to Prague (the sun is absolutely nowhere to be seen) and that means that our favorite Saturday morning routine of visiting one of Prague's many farmers' markets has gone on hiatus. The weekend markets take a break for a couple months to relieve the vendors/farmers from the frigid winter mornings and make sure they are prepared for when the frost is over and the sun can be seen again.

We find ourselves going to our local market at Kulatak and immediately get in the long line for what I think is the best kolache, kremole, buchty (pictured above) in town baked by Cukrarstvi Karlovy Vary. Now Czechs aren't crazy about the cookie or brownie but prefer a flaky pastry and sweet bread that is usually packed with a poppy seed or milk curd filling. No complaints here. 

Even with our extremely limited Czech speaking skills, we find that people appreciate us trying to  say, "Dva, prosím" correctly while pointing to some heavenly looking pastry and fumbling with our Czech Korunas. We are learning Czech very slowly as there are very few similarities between the Slavic and Germanic language structures, but we're doing our best and sticking with what we know best, ordering food, "Já si dám polévkou, prosím."

 

Now after we have had our sweet breakfast we head to the green grocers where they show off their huge leeks, potatoes, apples, cabbages, turnips, peppers, and whatever other hardy winter fruits & vegetables make it through the frosts.

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We try to get to the market early in the morning so that we can see what the locals buy (equipped with dog and wicker baskets in hand) and where the biggest lines are before the tourists come. Who knew that the pickup truck with hundreds of eggs for sale, the mini dairy van, or the sausage tent were crowd favorites?

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One of Kensey's favorite stops is a seafood tent that carries octopus, eel, tuna, or anything else you can imagine brought from the Baltic Sea or Dalmatian Coast right to the center of Prague. It's been such a fun adventure to experience all of these new tastes and smells that are so unique to this part of the world.

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I HAVE TO WAIT HOW MANY WEEKS FOR SOME MORE CHORIZO TOAST?

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