This was my first week back in the UK after a brief time off traveling. I got straight back into it, though, starting a new job the morning after my return, and then traveling to Bristol this past weekend for the March for Science! I love Bristol and got to see a lot more of it this time around than my last 16 hour stint in October. I’m sure I’ll post more details on all the adventures (read: FOOD) the weekend included, but today, in the after glow of Earth Day and my *first ever* march, I want to talk about the March for Science!
I’m so excited to share with you the finest hidden gems ever – the secret mews of London!
When I found out this month’s travel linkup theme was “hidden gems,” I was on a Megabus back from London. Crammed between a boisterous 5 year old and my smuggled McDonald’s french fries (who decided french fries aren’t allowed on buses anymore??). Despite that, I had one of those light bulb/angel choir singing in the background moments. Because there’s nothing, I repeat nothing, more “hidden gem” than these quiet and quaint rows of houses, miraculously peaceful in one of the world’s largest cities.
I wanted to tell you all about my trip to London this past weekend – but I didn’t know how. After all, it’s not like it was my first trip to London (see here, here, here, here etc…) so how do I put a spin on it? (That’s what you’re supposed to do on a blog, right?) So here’s what I do have… My city UN-GUIDE to London.
…And it’s gluten free!
But seriously, it’s high time that I pay tribute to southwest England’s greatest masterpiece (forget Agatha Christie, Tom Daley, JK Rowling, Sherlock Holmes etc.) – it’s The Stable! As you all know by now, my favorite part of traveling is undoubtedly eating. And my favorite part about eating is pizza. Although I recently decided to move away from listicle type posts and give you all some more heartfelt and *deep* words….sometimes I just need to write about PIZZA! (And you’ll soon see that, to me, The Stable means a bit more than just pizza).
I can’t quite make up my mind whether, as a traveler, I’m a spreadsheet-loving organization-aholic, or an I’m-a-free-bird burn-all-the-maps kind of wanderer. Leading up to our Prague trip, I was honestly just too busy to plan… and I felt the aftershocks of lack of planning in the various disasters I encountered over the weekend.
However, one of the best parts of our lack of organization was our morning exploring the Karlin district of Prague! Karlin is a bit off the beaten path, and seen as a more hipster (and a bit gentrified), residential neighborhood. Unlike the touristy Prague 1, in Karlin you can relax and just… wander.
In the city where beer is cheaper than water, what is a gluten free girl to do?
Long story short, I ate well in Prague, but it wasn’t without effort. Unlike other cities I’ve visited (such as Marrakech), you can’t just pop into any restaurant and rely on the menu’s naturally gluten free options. They don’t exist! The traditional Czech dishes revolve around beer, dumplings, and meat that’s either fried or swimming in an ale-infused, flour-thickened sauce. You’ll be hard pressed finding a salad in Prague.
So if you’re gluten free and going to Prague, you’ll need a plan and I’m here to help! Below I’ll tell you the best gluten free options for traditional Czech food, non-Czech food, cafés and bakeries, and miscellaneous advice/what NOT to do.
If you follow my new instagram, you’ll be familiar with the saga that was my recent weekend trip to Prague. The short story: I am a WALKING DISASTER. For the long story, read on… I’ll be taking you a bit “behind the scenes” into the ups and downs of our weekend with 5 Prague outtakes.
Happy Wednesday, friends! I’m happy to announce that I will be heading to PRAGUE shortly! So expect lots of castle/snow/(hopefully) gluten free beer photos soon. I’m so excited to expand my experience of Europe – I’ve been to a lot of the Western European countries (UK, France, Italy, Spain) quite a few times, and never even been to Eastern Europe once!
Yesterday on the commute back from class, I found myself sitting on a double-decker bus, watching a Royal Navy bomb squad disassemble eight grenades 300 meters from the roundabout we were stuck in.
Eight unexploded bombs were found during road works on Plymouth’s most central road.