I LOVE PRAGUE.
At least so far.
Well, I kind of suck at updating this, but I am always tired and have been busy with orientation stuff so cut me a break.
I guess I'll start off with my last couple of days in London. First, let me say that Google Maps is a mega deceiving bitch. I thought the bed and breakfast I booked for after Dean's Circle left London was really close. But I had to drag my 75+ lbs. of luggage up several long blocks until I got there. My arms were shaking and I was out of breath and slightly moist. It was way too early in the morning to be any of those things.
Anyways, the first day was pretty sad and boring. I didn't know what to do and tried to nap but ended up going back to the British Museum for a third time. What can I say; it was an awesome museum. Where else can you see part of the Parthenon and the Rosetta Stone in one place? It was pretty badass and had to take it all in, and I mean ALL.
The next day I went to the National Portrait Gallery for about three hours. It was pretty spectacular. The portraits were really awesome and had lots of artpieces all about mythology and stuff which I personally find super interesting. There were a lot of little British kids around drawing the pieces for school and stuff which was a little annoying. Can't they see I'm trying to enjoy the musuem? Stupid kids. So effing inconsiderate. All of them.
Part of the reason I spent so long at the Gallery was that I was trying to find the Annie Leibovitz exhibit. I finally found it when I was actually leaving the gallery. The admission was a little pricey. The museum as a whole is free but they charged a 11 pound admission for the AL exhibit. I added another two pounds to the price to donate, because I ain't no Scrooge. I give my money for all sorts of good causes: art, museums, transients on the street I sleep with in exchange for money--I do it all.
The AL exhibit was amazing. She's super talented and I didn't know she was with Susan Sontag, who I read a lot about in my Gender class. So it was a good wrap up to my trip in London. I went to dinner...by myself, and actually talked to a local while I ate. Oh yeah, I ate at Wagamama--a recommendation from my friend Alex who spent a lot of time in London. It was pretty good Japanese food. Pretty much the rest of my time was packing up and waking up at 4AM to get to Heathrow to fly to Prague.
Oh and on a super important note; London has the best chips (or should I say crisps) in the world. Oh my god. I ate three big bags of chips in two days. It was bad. I'm sure my diabetes-prone body was crying out in pain, but I didn't care. I forced them in my mouth (that's what she said) and kept swallowing (that's what she said, too...if she weren't swallowing. Hey oh!). I had two bags of sweet balsamic vinegar and carmelized onion flavor and a sweet thai chili flavor. I'm sure they were probably heavily coated with nicotine or crack because I couldn't stop. I thought about them all the time. MMM. I paired them with Digestives, too. I was super healthy in London as you can see.
Well, anyways. I ended up flying to Prague with a lot of people from NYU who had a connecting flight in London. It was slightly awkward but we landed and kind of got to know each other as we tried to navigate the super Czechy airport. Oh yeah, and I forgot to mention that I think my stewardess on my BA flight to Prague was a transvestite. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but I was confused. She had a deeper voice, muscular arms, and when she handed me my drink she kind of had manhands. I was slightly confused...but in a good way...if you know what I mean. HEH HEH HEH.
But we boarded a bus, but not before people's carts were stuck in the road and buses and cars h onked at us. It was a little scary. I'm sure the Czechs love us. It was quite a long ride to the airport but we got to our dorm, Machova. Again there was a lack of elevator access. It was about enough for a person and maybe their luggage if they were lucky. So I ended lugging my stuff up the stairs once again. If Europe had comment cards, you can guess what I'd say: get some damn elevators or some indentured servants to carry it up there for me.
I explored the dorms a bit and stuff. Our room is really nice and the view from our top story terrace is absolutely amazing. I love Machova. Our first day people were pretty jetlagged, but being the badass I am, after spending a week in London I was adjusted to the time. I tried to put on a front that I was fine, but I was actually pretty tired since I only got four hours of sleep before I left for Heathrow.
We hung around the dorms and then went to dinner at this pizza restaurant with all sorts of pizza that seemed to get a little more different as the night went on. We had cheese pizza then ham and mushrooms then chicken and corn then a zucchini-ish one. It was good but I was ready to die from cheese-overload (seriously, I think dairy was running through my veins; you probalbly could've milked my nipples Meet the Parents style).
After that, I was dead tired and went back to Machova and slept.
The next day we went to campus to explore and stuff. The transit system here is weird. It's like the honor system. You have to get your ticket stamped but there's no like barricade that blocks you from going into the subway area so if you don't get it stamped you can still go in. But if you get caught by police then you get slapped with a fine. So it's pretty risky.
Anywho, we pretty much just looked around Tesco, a big fatass superstore with everything. And we looked around Old Town Square and found our way home; I was impressed. We went to a restaurant called Louis Armstrong and I had my first beer. It tasted like fizzy, nutty flavored pee. I might've gotten buzzed, which is not a good sign because I only drank like a little over half of it. Sigh.
Today we had our first Czech lessons. Let me just say Czech is ridiculously hard to pronounce. I hope the locals don't mind me being super horrible at speaking their language. Well, they should be used to ignorant Americans by now I should hope. We had a really interesting lecture by a Czech journalist, too. I fell asleep, but only because the room was like a womb; it was warm and made me feel so comfortable.
We then went on a ridiculously long tour of Old Town Square. It was really interesting, but soul-piercingly cold. It was pretty bad.
Afterwards, I went with Teresa to exchange money and stuff and trammed it back to Machova but not before being a couple of fatass and buying a bag of chips, some pastries, chocolate, and crackers to munch on before dinner.
Went to dinner at this restaurant...I think called U Dedka (means old man). It was pretty good. There were a couple of dogs walking around and a lot of smoke, but oh well. I got to know my dormmates. I want Toni to bring us to Greece; he apparently might go for Easter. Woo! I'm packing myself in his suitcase.
The food was good and cheap. I had Gnocchi with spinach and chicken, some sparkling water, and hot raspberries with ice cream all for about ten dollars.
But that's about it so far. Oh yeah, one of the RAs I swore was Asian which I thought was cool since I've probably only seen like two Asians here (besides mini-China in throngs of tourists).
Anyways.
Cau,
P
*Playradioplay-Some Crap About the Furniture
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