Information about Bratislava based on our 18 months of living there as an expat.
The Albrechts never locked their door. The family home, in the far reaches of old town Bratislava on Kapitulska Ulica, was both literally and figuratively open each night as a gathering place for local musicians and intelligentsia. A gathering at… Read More ›
Cake is a breakfast food in Bratislava. Actually, I stand corrected, it’s an anytime food here. Who knew?! Vienna is renowned for its coffeehouse culture. They have nothing on Bratislava. Cafes are ubiquitous and are a purveyor of coffee, cakes, wine, beer, hot chocolate, sandwiches and… Read More ›
We Americans love Chuck Norris jokes. I learned that this week. My first reaction was, “Chuck Norris, isn’t he dead?”. I don’t think it’s right to tell jokes about dead people. Then I realize, no, that’s Gary Busey. No one was tougher than… Read More ›
An ancient and shrunkened woman passed by me as I walked into old town. She was one of those elfin older people with hair which ressembles a mature dandelion. At any moment, the wind could blow and cascade her to the fields. Before my eyes… Read More ›
My husband and I eat out every night. I’m not sure how it got to this point. I love to cook. But with just the two of us (and a propensity to wolf down our food silently when left alone), we got into… Read More ›
The World In Between 