Saturday, March 31, 2007
Somnambulism
I'm sitting in Portland waiting for my flight to Frankfurt. Nothing feels real this morning. Walking through the airport, handing my passport to the official people, boarding the small jet to Portland. I kept expecting a big burly Customs guy to grab me by the shoulder and escort me out, laughing at my attempt to finally go abroad. But, it hasn't happened. They just made an announcement in German. Au Weidersein.
Monday, March 26, 2007
Pre-Departure Preparations
I leave for Prague Saturday morning. I am so incredulous and excited that every once in a while I'll burst into fits of giggling. I actually whistled in the shower this morning. That's excitement.
Something I have thought a lot about is eating meat in Europe. I have not eaten meat in six years. At first, I was certain that while in Europe I would just figure out a way to stay a Vegetarian in central Europe. However, the more and more I thought about it, the more I worried that I would one day regret not trying the Czech national dish veproknedlozelo which contains pork. I also felt like I was going to be disgracing the very German blood that runs through my veins if I did not have a Bratwurst when I go to Berlin. So, the decision is made. Yes, I will eat meat in Europe. BUT, this does not mean
a.) I am no longer a Vegetarian. Upon my return to America, I fully anticipate returning to a completely meat-free diet. In contemplating the whole meat-eating decision, I've discovered I love being a Vegetarian. I love tofu, veggie burgers, and I was never a big meat-eater anyways. The meat industry is something to be despised.
b.) Meat will become a large part of my diet over the next few months. Again, I don't like meat. I've decided to try some of the local dishes and have an occasional Frankfurter on a Prague corner. But, blech, I will for the most part still avoid meat.
So, yeah, be happy, be mad, be condescending, be ambivalent. Tomorrow night is my big meat debut. I am going to test drive some pork in my stomach and see if I barf! I'd rather barf in Seattle than in Prague. I do believe the big event will take place at a Greenlake eatery known as Diggety Dog. How appropriate. I would rather not have pictures taken, though. I don't want to document infamy.
Something I have thought a lot about is eating meat in Europe. I have not eaten meat in six years. At first, I was certain that while in Europe I would just figure out a way to stay a Vegetarian in central Europe. However, the more and more I thought about it, the more I worried that I would one day regret not trying the Czech national dish veproknedlozelo which contains pork. I also felt like I was going to be disgracing the very German blood that runs through my veins if I did not have a Bratwurst when I go to Berlin. So, the decision is made. Yes, I will eat meat in Europe. BUT, this does not mean
a.) I am no longer a Vegetarian. Upon my return to America, I fully anticipate returning to a completely meat-free diet. In contemplating the whole meat-eating decision, I've discovered I love being a Vegetarian. I love tofu, veggie burgers, and I was never a big meat-eater anyways. The meat industry is something to be despised.
b.) Meat will become a large part of my diet over the next few months. Again, I don't like meat. I've decided to try some of the local dishes and have an occasional Frankfurter on a Prague corner. But, blech, I will for the most part still avoid meat.
So, yeah, be happy, be mad, be condescending, be ambivalent. Tomorrow night is my big meat debut. I am going to test drive some pork in my stomach and see if I barf! I'd rather barf in Seattle than in Prague. I do believe the big event will take place at a Greenlake eatery known as Diggety Dog. How appropriate. I would rather not have pictures taken, though. I don't want to document infamy.
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