A Taste of America in Prague

There is something indescribably wonderful about sitting in a bar in Prague, listening to John Fogerty's "Centerfield" being played over the bar's stereo system, while reading about the Yankees' loss in the ALDS. I am a couple thousand miles away, but I know you can feel my reactions to the losses of the Braves, Yankees, and yes, even the Red Sox, in the first round of the playoffs.

My *cough* condolences to all you front-running fans out there.

But this is still a non-English speaking country... so in this bar they have flyers up advertising a Halloween event here. Yet instead of "witch's brew" they have it labelled "witch is brew". I suppose that's fine, as long as they don't say "which is brew?".

Teaching English has definitely made me notice the differences between British and American English, especially since some of the previous teachers of my current students were British. "Colour" vs. "color", "flat" vs. "apartment", etc. And I must say that I find myself torn at times... "is it a pub? or a bar?" "do i live in a flat? or an apartment?" "is it advertize or advertise?" Definitely a frustrating inner war being waged.

Cheers.