Arrival in Praque

 

This is the first two-page spread in my Praque album. I'm going to make a title page later and probably also some kind of contents page but for now, this is the starting pages.
We spend 5 days in Praque and it was a really amazing holiday and I've decided that I wanted the pictures and memories from this holiday scrapped really really soon so I had them in albums instead of having them partly scrapped and slowly adding more pages for years... I have so many holiday pictures lying around waiting for me so these are not going to add to this pile! So here's to fast work and simple, classic pages!
Another way to make this process faster, is to have some things that are certain. For me, that's the fonts I use. I've decided to use Mom's Typewriter for titles and Bradley Hand ITC for journaling - both to make it easier on myself, but also to have somethings that are cohesive through this entire album.

Materials:

• Cardstock: Club Scrap Roadtrip
• Font: Mom's Typewriter and Bradley Hand ITC

Journaling:

• English version:
  The alarm clock went off at 5.45 - out of bed, packed the last and get Kayleigh and Max in the car, make sure the fish had food and then drive towards Skjern (and make sure to miss Vorbasse Fair on the way!) We arrived in Skjern at about 8 and mom and dad treated us to breakfast. Then we left Max and Kayleigh with dad and then mom, Peder and I drove to Billund Airport, checked in, sat and talked for a bit and then we said bye to mom and went through security, did some shipping (I bought a Kenzo Flower eau de Toilette and Peder bought a Channel Egoiste aftershave and deodorant). Then we went to the gate and of course we found out that the plane had been postponed from 12.20 to 13.15.
  We settled down in a couple of chairs with each our ipod and me with the new Harry Potter (that had just come out the day before!) and waited. Vi boarded the plane at about one o'clock and arrived to Praque about 3, picked up our bags, withdrew some money from an ATM and then took a bus to downtown Praque, because we still felt like young active people with fresh feet so we could easily walk from downtown to our hotel (this was the last time we did that!). But we got to see some beautiful buildings and an open air sculpture festival where we fell completely in love with the pig that didn't know if it dares jump off.
  The hotel U Tri Korunek (Three Crowns) was very pretty downstairs, a bit less pretty upstairs but still a nice large room (no shower though, just a bath tub - and not one big bed but two madrasses with a more than one inch wide crack in the middle!).
  We left our stuff, took what we needed to bring and then went to the corner of the street and ordered coke and pizza at Pizzaria Einstein. We waited for a long time but the waiter seem to have forgoten about us, both she and another waither came back and asked what we wanted at least - after we alrady had ordered...
  The wait did get shortened by an almost Hollywood action scene: A man apparently shot at some other guys with a gas pistol and then a whole crowd gathered around him and kicked and hit him, even after he fell down and afterwards both police and ambulance came and picked him up - and when being at the scene, they also checked to middle aged, very drunk man who after having been hugging a street light decided that he was able to cross the street but instead fell on his head on the other side of the street and hit his head on the sidewalk and was lying in a big pile on the sidewalk. A lady tried to help him up but that just resulted in another crash and then another ambulance came and picked him up...
  When we finally got our food and had eaten it, we took a tram downtown, changed trams and went to Vysehrad. On a sidenote we never really got the tram down - a ticket for 20 minutes cost 14 czech kroner but a couple of days went by before it dawned to us that we had to stamp them in a machine when you entered - and we never got what you were supposed to do when you couldn't find a ticket automat so we rode the tram several times for free.
• Danish version:
  Vækkeuret bimlede løs kl. 5.45 – op med os, få pakket det sidste samt få Kayleigh og Max i bilen, sørge for at fiskene havde mad og så kørte vi mod Skjern (og sørgede for at undgå Vorbasse Marked på vejen!). Vi var i Skjern ca. kl. 8, hvor mor og far gav morgenmad. Så efterlod vi Max og Kayleigh hos far, og mor, Peder og jeg kørte til Billund Lufthavn, checkede ind, sad lidt og talte, og så sagde vi farvel til mor og gik igennem sikkerhedskontrollen, fik shoppet lidt (jeg købte en Kenzo Flower eau de toilette og Peder købte Channel Egoiste aftershave og deodorant). Så gik vi til gaten og fandt selvfølgelig ud af, at flyet var udsat fra 12.20 til 13.15…
  Vi slog os ned i nogle stole med hver sin ipod og for mit vedkommende Harry Potter 7 (der var udkommet dagen før!) og ventede. Vi boardede flyet omkring kl. 13 og var i Prag omkring kl. 15, fik vores bagage, hævede lidt penge og tog en bus til centrum, for vi var stadig unge, kække mennesker med friske fødder, så vi kunne sagtens gå fra centrum til vores hotel (det var så sidste gang, vi gjorde det!). Men vi fik da set nogle flotte bygninger og en open air sculpture festival hvor vi bare faldt fuldstændig for grisen, der ikke helt vidste, om den turde springe ud fra vippen…
  Hotel U Trí Korunek (Three Crowns) var meget flot forneden, lidt mindre pænt foroven, men ganske udmærket stort værelse (dog ingen bruser, kun en håndbruser i et badekar – og ikke en dobbeltseng, men to madrasser med en flere centimeter bred revne imellem!).
  Vi satte vores ting, pakkede hvad vi skulle have med og gik så op på hjørnet og bestilte cola og pizza på Pizzeria Einstein. Vi ventede meget længe, men tjeneren havde vist glemt os, i hvert fald kom både hun og en anden tjener tilbage og spurgte hvad vi ville have – efter vi havde bestilt…
  Ventetiden blev dog forkortet af en Hollywood-agtig action-scene: En mand skød åbenbart på nogle andre med en gaspistol, hvorefter en hel flok samledes sig op ham og slog og sparkede på ham, også efter han lå ned, hvorefter både politi og ambulance kom og hentede ham – og da de nu var der, så de også til en midaldrende, meget fuld mand, der efter at have stået og klamret sig til en lygtepæl længe, besluttede sig for, at han var i stand til sikkert at navigere over et fodgængerfelt, men tog den lige på hovedet over kantstenen på den anden side og slog hovedet i fortovet og lå og rodede rundt på det. En dame forsøgte at hjælpe ham op, men det resulterede bare i endnu et styrt, så endnu en ambulance kom og hentede ham…
  Da vi endelig havde fået mad og spist, tog vi en sporvogn til byen og skiftede og tog en anden til Vysehrad. I parentes bemærket skal det siges at vi aldrig rigtig fik styr på sporvognene – en billet til 20 minutter kostede 14 tjekkiske kroner, men der gik et par dage, før vi fattede, at man skulle stemple dem, når man gik ind – og vi fattede aldrig, hvad man skulle gøre, når man ikke kunne finde en billetautomat, så vi kørte flere gange gratis…