Thanksgiving Sausages

I am thankful that when the great founders of our country sat down gleefully with the native americans to dine on turkey stuffed with bread and herbs, cranberries and pumpkin pie that they were in fact in what is now the United States of America, and not in what is now the Czech Republic. No turkey here. Just sausage.

And lots of it.

For about $2 you get a sausage about eight foot long and heavy as a log.

Prague is ultra tourist ville. It's got a really cool old town in which you hear as much English as Czech. But it's that way for a reason--it really is incredibly beautiful. Also, there are many sausage stands.

This afternoon I'm meeting Phil, Simon and John at the original hostel I stayed at. Which, by the way, is insanity. I made a really great decision to switch places. We call the folks who are staying there The Specimens, and when I've gone back to meet the guys we consider it research. There's an old Dutch guy (in his sixties I would guess) who sits in the kitchen and drinks beer and stares at you awkwardly, and then will talk to you awkwardly. He will ask you where you are from, then he will mention something about that place, and ask you what you think about it. Every time. Oh, you are from France?...I hear that there are many bakeries in France...What do you think about that? Then there are the two crazy Czech guys, who we thought we just really...off...they never leave the hostel and they stare at you without really looking at you at all, then speak to you in Czech and if you respond they either continue speaking in Czech, stare at you or act like they hadn't said anything. But we figured it out yesterday...there on some huge binge in Prague, just twisted out of their minds. We think. But don't worry, we don't think this just because they are weird. We think this due to the fact that last night they were doing coke in the bathroom.

But my hostel is great! So I am happy to drop by the old hostel to meet the folks and head out, then have a nice, relaxed, and (as far as I know) drug-binge-free home.

On another note, there are tons of songs in the works. Lots and lots of productivity. Yes yes yes.