Del went out early for breakfast so he could be ready for a car to arrive to take him the half mile to the library for his conference. I stayed in bed and enjoyed better life through chemicals. It was great to sleep all through the night. He brought me a cup of coffee when he came back, which put him way at the top of my list. I ate a pear so I could take my morning pill and eventually went out around 11 for more coffee and a roll. The picture of a cup on top of a cup was to show a different way of serving white coffee that I thought was picture worthy.
I took another little nap and then walked down to the library to meet him and the group that was going to a late lunch/early dinner. It was really pleasant, but I felt sorry for the interpreter because she had trouble getting a bite in between words. At least she was getting paid. She had interpreted the meeting and I think came to the meal to interpret for the woman who is president of the school library association. She actually understood quite a bit of English and occasionally spoke it, but seemed more comfortable with translation. One thing she did was ask me, in English, about the education of autistic children in the US. That is a big topic here, as everywhere, I guess.
We insisted on walking back to the hotel, and I had another nap until after 7. We were not hungry, but I needed to eat something for the pill, so we went down to the Belgian restaurant attached to the hotel. I do wish I had been hungry because they had mussels/mussles everything, and I do love them. I decided that bruschetta and ice cream would do the job. Our server was a cute young guy and when I asked which of the two ice cream dishes he preferred he lit up with the biggest grin and suggested the one I ordered. Del ordered ice cream with Belgian waffle cookie, which was really a waffle waffle. When my dessert arrived, we both nearly cried laughing. The waiter laughed as well and said "Belgian joke." My guess is that they just love for someone to order that dish. Fortunately, I was able to run upstairs to get the camera, because this just needed its picture taken. Did you note the spoon? I needed that monster to get to the 3 scoops of ice cream and all the lovely fruit. Our friend Miss Annetta would have loved it, except she might have thought all that fruit was wasted ice cream space. I have known her to eat 5 scoops, tiny little thing that she is.
Tomorrow afternoon we head for Prague. We have heard so many wonderful things about it that we can't wait. Dianne and Walter have given us lots of suggestions, too.
Don't you love the Italian restaurant salon? It just tickled me.
I almost forgot the highlight of Del's day. He stopped in mid sentence with one of the Lithuanian librarians to say "Look at that!" I said "You mean that little red car?" He looked at me as though I was nuts and said"That's no little red car. That's a Lambergini." I don't know how you spell it, but it still looked like a little red car to me.
I sent you all an Easter card on Facebook. I love that company. Thanks, Jim for the introduction.
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