Franz Liszt was a rockstar

If you listen to the music of composer Franz Liszt, you'll find that it resembles the heavy metal of our time...so I hear. I hear that the ladies used to throw their shawls and kerchiefs on his piano as he played.

The girls (being Courtney, Ashlee, Lisa) and I went to a piano concert last night. I could see the reflection of the musician's face through the shiny black of the grand instrument. I liked the way he moved his eyebrows. And then he would whisper something.

There was a mosh pit afterwards, French style. They served wine and little pieces of bread with different kinds of spread. Food+French=Mosh pit! I learned that if you let yourself flow with the tide you'll eventually end up in front of the food table.

This was the first night I felt the travel stories flowing. In the past, it was: "Oh yeah, we went here and we saw that. It was beautiful."

But last night, it was:

So, one night, Courtney and I went to buy a hot dog at the Christmas market in Prague. The man started to make our order. A Czech song came over the loudspeakers. Every so often the singer would say, "Meow, meow" to the beat in a deep voice. The hot dog man sang along. But, the Czech people have such strong mannerisms. They seem so serious. I now have a permanent image of the hot dog man making our food with flare and saying, "Meow, meow," with an austere stare.

I forgot to mention that everytime Courtney ordered something at the market, they thought she ordered hot wine. Hot dog, babaccina placka, you name it. She got hot wine.