Last night was St. Patrick’s day—an American classic, but not a favorite among the people who actually live in Europe. Being Americans…our group decided to celebrate anyways. Thus, we donned our green and found an Irish party along with a stop at Olomouc’s only Irish pub from there we began to celebrate Ireland—or American, or alcohol, or just about anything and everything else.
I arrived late with around 10 other members of our group who had gone out for dinner first. Not surprisingly we had already attracted a large audience and those person who hadn’t already decided to leave starred at our group like a circus sideshow.
Approximately ten minutes after my arrival a woman asking if we were from America approached two of the boys in our group and myself. Yes, we nodded. Excitedly, she told use that she taught English in a small town near Olomouc and that she, “knew you must be from American because you all talk so loud and wear The North Face.” Certain that I could not think of a better description of an American myself I smiled. Good or bad that is our group and I am fairly certain it is not going to change.
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