We’ve been told that the best strudel in all of Europe is at Sasta Strudel located at Jeseniova 29, Prague 3 (Open on Monday – Fridays). These are not the strudel you might see in a bakery, these are pastry rolls that are 8+ inches long, two high and about 3 wide for $3 or less. They have three flavors, apple, creamy custard, and poppy seed. Our little band has dedicated ourselves to determine the best variety and we all agree it’s the custard (girls) or the apple (the boy). Gee, I guess we don’t all agree.
One unusual aspect of Czech pastries and drinks is that they are not that “let’s get that cavity
going” sweetness we are so use to in the states. The apple ones, for example has tons of nice firm apples, a delicate cinnamon sauce, and a nice hint of sweetness combined with a hint of tartness from the apples. This is something you can eat all day and feel no guilt. Trust me, we ate strudel for breakfast and dinner on two separate occasions and I am guilt free!
Loaded down with treats, we stopped over on Slovanský island to see if the paddle boats are available. We tried to rent them on one of the few pure sunny days and they weren’t open. We figure the owners get more amusement watching tourists circling island on dark, showery, and choppy days.
Today was an overcast day with constant threats of showers and later in the afternoon thunder and lightning. Gayle and Linda have really been looking forward to this. I and the other hand will supervise from the rear seats. All I need is a drum to keep the beat.
As soon as we left the dock, actually as soon as I got into one of the rear seats behind Gayle, and they shoved us off, Gayle noticed that the boat was slowly sinking on the port side. Linda had a whopping 10 inches of clearance on her starboard side and Gayle and I had a measly 4 inches. Immediately she started to tell us how scared she was, how she’s always been afraid of the water, of dying on water that looks like root beer.
Fifteen minutes later, I scooted over behind Linda and the opposite effect happened, 11” for Gayle and 3” for Linda and I. Before she realized I changed positions, she told us how she was getting more comfortable with the paddleboat and was having fun. Then she decided to make a movie and panned the movie to the back to catch me. When she saw that I moved she started to panic. You can see the whole drama on one of the video clips.
When we returned to the docks, the deck hand hooked us with his pole and pulled us in. I told him about a small leak in the back and he grinned at me and said “this happens to boats on the high seas”. Otherwise was everything else OK? I told him he should start carrying dark beer as it would have been fun to have one while watching Gayle implode and the pair paddling me around the river. He said that men don’t drink dark beer. “Young women drink dark beer because it makes their chests larger.” I’ve been drinking dark beer since we arrived, does this mean that I’ll need a training bra when I return? What a time to learn this!
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