So, anyway, Prague! Today we saw a proprio sacco di cose. I miss speaking italian, by the way! Not when I’m with my Dad, because I should be speaking English with my Dad, but with shopkeepers and waiters, etc. i feel like a jerk not knowing the native language. Literally everyone speaks English though, so i don’t really feel like I’m being entirely egregious, but still…
My dad has been patiently enduring my talking his ear off while we sightsee. His only respite was when he struck up a conversation with a group of fellow americans, although their “fellow” status was quickly thrown into question when we learned they’re in an MBA program in Utah. Mormon alert!!!!!!! They’re not from BYU, though — they go somewhere called westminster… which sounds Anglican or Methodist or something to me, but who knows. It might just be a trick. Plus they looked like aliens, which is another symptom of mormonism.
And I still haven’t said anything about Prague, really. Today we went up to the old fortress area and saw the Old Royal Castle, St. Vitus Cathedral, St. George Church, the Powder Tower, the “Golden Lane,” Kafka’s house in passing for the 30th time, a lot of gift shops, dad saw gelato, then dad conquered gelato, then dad and i conquered sacher torte together, then… we totally limped home and that’s when we bought internet. The real problem for me, however, was not that I could feel my knees giving out (which I could), but that I could feel my brain giving out. We went to a museum that covered like 3000 yrs of Czech history in one floor. To that i can only say: girl, please.
Then what else? Our first day here (yesterday, that was so long agooooo!), we went into a Tourist Information Center and Dad totally got talked into buying one of those all-tourist-destination one-price-covers-all cards, complete with a booklet of tear-out vouchers for all the places you cango. The plus side is that it clearly illustrates where everything is and because we’re intrepid tourists, the price is right. The down side is that it has awakened my Dad’s competitive juices, and I know he totally wants to do them all. (Excpt maybe the Museum of Mechnical Instruments. He was really disappointed to see that there was a voucher for that instead of the Museum of Medieval Torture Instruments. I am not joking.)
Our room is still nice, the shower is still tops, we have both survived another day in Prague without being defenestrated (you gotta hear about this, it’s the craziest thing…), so, you know, life is good. Or as Korstiaan (Amsterdam) would say: alles ist gutt!
Aww, man, I still have so much to say! Things really build up when you don’t have regular internet access… and then when I do, I normally just try to return emails. But I’ve done so many things since I last posted: my sister and my Nonna came to visit over Beth’s spring break, I went to Cinque Terre, I have this great new apartment now and I live all by myself… now I’m here in Prague, next Budapest, then I go back to Italy and I don’t have classes for a couple of weeks. I might travel with my cousin Francesca some when she comes with her family to celebrate her mother’s 50th birthday in Montalcino, where some of my Italian cousins also live, Then I start my last month of class, then I come home. It’s a total rollercoaster. It’s also weird to think that I’ve been here for four months already — it sounded like such a long time at the beginning, and now it seems like no time at all that I’ve been here. It’s such a strange thing the way periods of time seem to stretch out so long when they haven’t happened yet, and then they go so quickly once you’re actually there. yeesh.
ok ok ok ok I must finisco!! My dad is totally threatening to wake up early tomorrow because we’ve still got to explore the entire Jewish quarter, tour Kafka’s house, and do 800 other things, the list version I’ve already forgotten. The point being that we’re going to be busy. And I’m sure I’ll be writing more tomorrow, as long as we get back before our 24 hours is up.
ci sentiamo! write me something, yes?
love from prague/praha/praga/prag,