No picture of that 70s pop group The Village People this time. Youll have to make do with a photo of the glorious Bohemian countryside instead. More people find this blog by searching for “Vill...
No musings this time. Just a photo of a mug I picked up in a bazar as a gift for Czechman’s dad on his name day. Fishing is his main hobby but he already has plenty of mugs. Oh well, at least I...
If music be the food of love, play on! Those are the words of Shakespeare. Who wasn’t Czech. As far as we know. I digress. Again. You want to get to know Czech culture better but haven’t ...
- God, has it really been over a week since I lasted posted? Damn. Better come up with some of my usual, witty, whimsical observations about life and love in Czechland or else my readers will forget ...
Czechmans dad is the one in the middle. The Village People came to Prague last weekend. They have only been to Czechland’s capital a handful of times in their lives so it’s always a bit o...
Here it is. My latest attempt to introduce Czech culture to England. This is meant to be a beranek, a cake in the shape of a spring lamb, traditionally eaten at Easter. As you can see from the pictur...
All together now - "Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaytripper! " Hurray for the recent sunshine! Sunshine plus spring plus a desire to escape Prague (or at least explore its edges) can only mean one thing: it...
Back in Britain, 2012 is full of big events and anniversaries: the Olympics, the Queen’s Diamond Jubilee. This month is special for me because it marks my third year in Czechland. Let’s c...
Theres meat. Theres dumplings. Thats it. Czech food - not for the fainthearted. I am a food terrorist – or so Czechman claims. He has begged me to stop serving up meaty stews cooked in my shiny...
When I was contacted and asked to be a reviewer for the One World Human Rights Film Festival, I gladly agreed. However, when the opening sequence of Mama Illegal, my chosen documentary began, I could...
Meet Babovka, a traditional Czech sponge cake In Czechland, doctors often send their patients to a spa to recuperate. I opted to go to stay with the Village People (aka Czechman’s parents) inst...
As you will now be aware, I spent a significant amount of time this winter in a hospital bed. On the upside, I missed much of this year’s super freeze. However, it does mean that I didn’...
Hello. It’s been a while. But I have a really good excuse though this time. I’ve been in hospital. For quite a while. I wasn’t going to blog about my medical adventures in Czechland...
So today’s post was supposed to be my customary mix of amusing photos and ironic comments poking fun at Christmas markets. However, instead Girl In Czechland would like to say farewell to ̶...
Hello. This was supposed to be a sidesplittingly funny post about Czechman and Ms Girlova’s different views on how a proper Christmas ought to be. Let’s turn our attention to Disagreement...
Today is a public holiday here in Czechland. Hurray for that. I’m all for having an extra day off work. Apparently this one commemorates the founding of the independent democratic state of Cze...
If there’s one thing the Czech Republic has in abundance – apart from topless canoeists* and cakes intended to be eaten at breakfast – it is castles. Explore the Bohemian countrysid...
So I’ve survived the move from spoilt and western pad with a view of Prague Castle to the suburbs – and very happy I am here too, especially now the nice people from Ikea have finally fitted our kitc...
I’m currently surrounded by stacks of these. This isn’t my attempt to create a modern art installation nor does it have anything to do with my love of the fruit: Project Move Home is pick...
Hello. I’m taking a break from renovating our new flat to unleash my inner pedant on you all. Again. I intend to do so in less grumpy and more helpful fashion than last time. The front page o...
Has the identity of long suffering Czechman been uncovered at last? Take a look at this picture. Now tell me what you can see. Pretend it’s some kind of exercise to hone your powers of observat...
Prague is a gob-smackingly beautiful city. One of the best things to do as a visitor is simply wander around the centre, lose yourself in the maze of cobbled streets and admire the many pretty buildi...
Has Girl in Czechland bared more than her soul this time? I’ve finally done it. Bared all at a česky nudist beach (despite the inclement weather)? Dipped a rohlík into a yogurt and called that...
Votsalakia beach, Samos Hello. Or should I say ‘Kalimera’. That means ‘Good morning’ by the way. As for the rest of the language, it’s all Greek to me.* So I’m bac...
It has been a while. Again. Sorry. I’ve had my clever opening sentence in my head for a while. “A blog is never finished, only abandoned.” Wait – isn’t that meant t...
How does it go? Something about only two things being certain in life: death and taxes? You may have noticed the absence of a certain person from my recent posts. Czechman. Unsurprisingly, he start...
I was looking at Actualne.cz yesterday when an article about PJ Harvey, the English musician and singer songwriter, caught my eye. I am a huge fan so I decide to print it out and underline key vocab...
Don’t laugh too hard but one of my New Year’s Resolutions was to update this blog on a weekly basis. Yes, I know. But I really will try harder in future. Honestly. And to reply to som...
So I’ve survived my first Czech Christmas. I didn’t fall out with Czechman or choke to death on a stray carp bone. In fact, I actually quite enjoyed myself. Anyway, I have decided to ...
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