Good Eats in Prague: U Hrocha

You may not be a big sausage fan, but in Prague YOU WILL BE! With a side of horseradish, onions, and mustard. 
I was lucky enough to get a solid recommendation for a Prague pub from a friend who once lived in the Czech Republic. U Hrocha is a place you CANNOT MISS. I say this because I believe this place to be the true Prague experience.

There were not a lot of tourists here (I looked rather conspicuous pulling out my camera and snapping away). But it's exactly the kind of homey, small, hole-in-the-wall that every tourist wants to find.

Pass the paprika, please!

The group of men on the left were getting incredibly drunk. Of course they noticed me taking photos and asked me to come over for a shot. Never one to refuse free alcohol, I sat with these "jolly" men for 45 minutes, hearing tales of their lives and places they have lived. 

 The shot I had was the one on the far left, Becherovka, which has a sweet, herby/cinnamon-y sort of flavor. IT'S REAL GOOD! Apparently, it's the national drink of the Czech Republic.

This was one of the highlights of my trip! If you go to Prague, don't skip this little gem. 


U Hrocha
Thunovsk√° 10
118 00 Praha 1
Czech Republic


Introducing The Little Turkish Lady

I've had this blog for a long time. 10 years to be exact. With 10 years of having a blog comes a unique set of challenges, one being blog names. I created the name (and the domain) for this blog when I was 20 YEARS OLD. I was 20, guys. I was but a babe!

"She's Come Undone" was the name of my blog for almost all the 10 years I've had it. When I made the name, of course I thought I was being artsy...or something. I still like what She's Come Undone stands for:
  • letting go of inhibitions
  • being okay with the occasional breakdown
  • throwing away the idea of being perfect
However, for the past year or two I've wanted to switch it. But to what? Little Turkish Girl? I'm not a girl anymore (although there is something to be said for keeping a child-like curiosity). 

I settled on Little Turkish Lady. It's the grown-up Little Turkish Girl. I don't have to remind myself to "come undone" anymore because I've already succeeded in my goal. I am now a woman who takes chances, travels by herself, moves to different countries, stands up for what she believes in, and most of all, is open and honest about who she really is. 

I'll keep my domain as it is for awhile because...sentimental value...ya know? And for those of you that have just stumbled on my blog and are asking, "Wait...you're Turkish?" Yep, half, to be exact. Turkey was my first real inspiration in life. It inspired me to travel and to think outside the box. For that I still owe it my blog's name. 

The Little Turkish Girl Lady


Prague: All About That Architecture

If you were to ask me what my favorite part of Prague was, the proof is in the pictures. Prague's buildings had me smiling from ear to ear. Every turn was a new photo that I happily snapped. Luckily, I have spared you the 200+ photos I took of buildings, and have chosen to only showcase a few so you don't go completely mad reading this post. And there's not much else to read, really; these beauties speak for themselves.

 The famous astronomical clock, built in the 1300s and has movable parts (the little men move!)
 Statue of Kafka. 

Prague is certainly up there with the likes of Rome, Paris, and London (some heavy-hitters when it comes to the most beautiful architecture). Even better? It's cheaper than all three! Prague, I love you. 


Say Yes

I've been reading Bossypants and I thought Friday would be a good time to share a great quote from it. It's where Tina Fey extracts life lessons she learned from improv school:

"The first rule of improvisation is AGREE...at least start from an open-minded place. Start with a YES and see where that takes you. As an improviser, I always find it jarring when I meet someone in real life whose first answer is no. 'No we can't do that.' 'No that is not in the budget.' 'No I will not hold your hand for a dollar.' What kind of way is that to live? The second rule of improvisation is not only to say yes, but YES, AND. You are supposed to agree then add something of your own...To me YES, AND means don't be afraid to contribute." 

This works well for life, doesn't it? When faced with a big opportunity or decision is my first inclination to say yes or no? In some instances I think quite grand, but sometimes I default to a small-minded way of thinking. I limit myself. I like Tina's idea of learning how to lead with a yes and seeing what comes from it. Even more, I like the "YES, AND" bit of the quote. It's the part of the quote that makes us responsible for what we bring to the table both professionally and personally. Some questions to ask:

  • What am I (and are you) contributing to the world? 
  • Do I share new ideas at work? 
  • Am I contributing positively to my friends lives? 
  • Am I being kind and generous to my parents? 
  • Am I contributing to my own well being (health, mind, soul)?   

What do I have to contribute? The answer is PLENTY!! Spending too much time thinking negatively or diminishing my own value takes away from the time I can be DOING SOMETHING/CONTRIBUTING SOMETHING.

Obviously, I've been on a positivity kick lately. I want to continue that trend. I'm choosing to start with a yes. Thanks, Tina.


Five Reasons I Fancy Prague

I'm going to do a few posts on Prague, because, WOWWWWW WAS I STUNNED BY IT! But I thought a "Five Reasons" post would be a nice introduction. So here are the five reasons I fancy Prague:

1. Absolutely Gorgeous Architecture 

Every turn down a street had me flabbergasted. This place is just drop-dead gorgeous; like, your heart might stop from the beauty of it all. The above photo was taking in the Jewish Quarter, arguably the prettiest part of Prague. 

2. Great Street Food  

Think sausage, warm deserts (with Nutella), potato and cheesy goodness, all for mere pennies!  

3. Cheap, Delicious Beer

Overall, Prague is very cheap. I could get a full meal with two beers for under 10 USD. Now I wouldn't say Czech beer is any better than German, Belgian, or Swiss beer, but it's equal to them. And again...CHEAPER. Total win! 

4. European Cheekiness

Found this eatery in a mall. I love Europeans. 

5. A City That is a Photographer's Dream 

I happily snapped away at all the good things around me! Prague is a well-kept, well-designed, well-EVERYTHING kind of city! 


Have you been to Prague? Were you as enthusiastic about it as me? 


(Finally a Proper Post on) Portobello Market in Notting Hill

One of my favorite (er, favourite) markets in London is the famed Portobello Market which has grown in size exponentially over the years. It's got all the good stuff of most markets, but has a particular focus on antiques as its specialty. Of course, one of the best things about this market is that it's in the ever-charming Notting Hill, still one of my very favorite parts of London.
I think it's good that I got to photograph this market on a typical London day, overcast weather and all, because that's the true experience! I find that movies are always finding the sunny days in London to film...I like to show a place for exactly what it is. The truth is that London hardly gets sun! 

Of course, the market has every gadget and gizmo you could think of. Oh, and food. 
 I bought one of the African necklaces below. I love supporting those who make handmade jewelery! 

After you are done with your shopping (and eating) a stroll through Notting Hill itself is an absolute must! This is one of the most colourful neighborhoods in London--an excellent contrast to the ever-present gloomy skies. Although I will say, if you catch NH on a sunny day, it's even more spectacular!

Maybe one day I will own that purple house?? Well, I can keep on dreaming...

If you visit London, this should definitely be on your 'must-see' list. Every time I am in LDN, it's on mine!  


Florence: A View from the Top (and My Views on Tourism)

The cool picture above was taken by my talented photographer friend, Sasha Stylinksi. I believe she captured my true essence here! For more of her work, visit: legsflorentine.com
Ah, Florence (actually called Firenze in Italy) is one special city, one that hasn't been altered much over time. It's easy to stroll through the streets and envision Michelangelo roaming around there, finding great inspiration out of a city that is no doubt a creative powerhouse. This is a dreamy place, especially when seen from above. 

But I will say Florence is not my favorite Italian city. Rome still takes the cake, and there's a good reason why. The Florentines are a colder bunch of people--distant and distracted in their demeanor. However, I don't blame them. Whilst Florence looks peaceful and perfect from above, below its small frame can barely hold the amount of tourists crowding every crevice. There seemed to be more tourists than Italians, and thus, I heard English everywhere.

Story time:

Being that I am obsessed with coffee, I have learned how to order a cappuccino in Italian, which I did at a local cafe. Next to me comes strolling up an Australian who orders straight away in English without a flinch. I ask her (thinking I can teach her something), "Oh, are you visiting Florence for the weekend?"

She answers,"No, I've been here for three weeks. I'm studying here."

UGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH. ^ MY PET PEEVE! English speakers of the world! If you are living in a country (or even visiting), you owe the country you are visiting respect by at least TRYING to speak their language.

No wonder the Florentines are annoyed. I would be too. Of course, for all my complaints about too much tourism, I was myself a tourist there and can't say much. Florence is a city that has a love/hate relationship with tourism: it's overrun by it, but it needs it to survive.

And could I ever tell you to skip Florence? Hell no. She's too damn beautiful to skip. And so the tourism cycle continues. But what we can learn to do is respect a culture and their language when we are being tourists. We are responsible for that. 

That's enough of my rant, though. ONTO PICTURES! Because seriously, I was enamored by that dome! 

And I was especially enamored by this dude. LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT:

 Look at the incredible detail: 

Lest I forget to show you the food (this IS Italy, after all): 

 When you see the above sign in a restaurant, it means it's a historical eatery/bakery in Florence. The business has been making their goods for many centuries and is passed down through the generations. 

For all of her faults, Florence is still loveable. She's just a complicated girl. I can relate to that.

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