I should think this situation could be rather annoying after a spell. If I lived there and did not have a business related to the tourist industry I would probably be naked in the clock tower with a high-powered rifle. But that's just me.
Why was I there? Well, I met a Czech woman named Radka (via Couchsurfing.com) that grew up there. She actually lives in Prague but was headed back home to visit her family. I had only intended to meet her for a bit of intel on the city of Prague but she invited me to come to Telc to visit her family. I found this to be a most gracious gesture and gladly accepted her invitation. It was a good call. Getting a chance to stay at someone's home and get an authentic slice of everyday life is any visitor's goal. It was a real privilege.
I spent the weekend with Radka at her brother's house. There I met the brother, his wife, their adorable son, and Radka's mother and father. It may not have been a shot of adrenaline but it was lovely none the less. On Friday night I was handed multiple Czech beers and some local plum liquors whose name I do not recall and could not pronounce if I could. Let's just say that by the end of the evening Richie was more than just a few sheets into the wind.
If searching for mushrooms is fun, cleaning and cooking them is less so. It is not the semi-tedious nature of the endeavor but the picking of dirt and wildlife (like snails and the like) from the bounty before slicing and frying. This provides somewhat of a psychological barrier to full enjoyment as you start chewing the spongy delight and attempting to decide if you just swallowed a pine needle, an insect, or a pile of toad shit. However, even in the face of a Fear Factor-like effect the shrooms were actually quite delicious due in no small part to Radka's preparation. If not for my obnoxious hangover I would have eaten the lot.
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