“Three weeks in Prague”

We had our last day of travel photography on Monday. It went really well, all we had to do was present our final PDF with all our assignments on it. This was mine:

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I then ate a lunch that I had packed the night before in the quick break between classes. Some of my other classmates got the Crocodille sandwiches and I’m pleased to report that I’m not the only one that doesn’t like them.

For our class we went to see a few buildings in Wenceslas Square before Professor Raimanová took us to the Municipal House. There was a little confusion with what exhibit we were seeing because she wanted to go to a certain exhibit but the security guard was arguing with her (in Czech of course so we had no clue what was happening). In the end, it was a funny error: she wanted to go to an exhibit that wasn’t yet open to the public.

Instead we went to a Blanka Matragi exhibit. She’s a Czech fashion designer and her dresses were interesting. Many were quite breathtaking but quite a few more were dated and very overdone.

After class we went back to K17 for a break before going souvenir shopping which is a chore in itself. I didn’t end up getting anything because I didn’t know what I wanted to get for everyone, but we did do some sightseeing and gelato eating.

We went to the public library which has a unique art installation before hitting up Creme de la Creme again.

On the way home we picked up some vegetables and spices from Billa because Jackie and I were craving vegetables/something healthy.

Okay, so maybe just Jackie was craving veggies but it kind of sounded good to me.

Anyway, I, for the first time in my life, successfully made a dinner of steamed veggies. It was delicious, for sure it’s something I’ll be making back home.

Due to the fact that I now know how to steam carrots and add packaged spice to a pot, I’d call today pretty successful.

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Krocodille and Caraoke

For a change of pace I actually studied on Wednesday. Crazy how studying abroad actually involves school work sometimes. We had a paper due in Art and Architecture on Thursday so I had to finish it. We had to write an analysis on a building in Prague– of course I chose Troja.

Later we once again got ice cream sandwiches for dinner. Parlor, the ice cream sandwich place, is too close to K17 to be healthy for us.

In my defense, I did go to the grocery store on the way back. Except the problem is that I still do not know how to shop here. Between there being different foods and an absence of the foods I’m familiar with (Albert’s frozen section only has vegetables and ice cream) everything is in Czech (frankly, I’ve gotten tired of holding my phone up to google-translate everything).

I got a crocodille sandwich for dinner: a sub that is sold in many convenience stores in Prague. The intriguing part is that they are sold in vending machines in the USAC building. Naturally, I had to try one.

Well, it will be the last one I will eat because it was gross.

After eating, my roommates and I had an impromptu karaoke/lip-sync night. It was mainly supposed to be lip-sync, but do you know how hard it is to not sing “Love is an Open Door” into your empty cider bottle/microphone?

Hella hard.

 

I should be dancing but it’s too hot

On Tuesday I didn’t get moving until the afternoon. I joined Jackie and other K17 people who were going to see the Dancing House and then get lunch. The second we stepped outside the building I started to sweat. I’m not going to lie: I debated turning around and going back into the apartment. I powered through, if only for the promise of food.

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The Dancing House was cool and all but it was so hot we were desperate to get inside. I plan to return and get coffee on the top.

We ate at a pizza restaurant before making my favorite stop of the day: Tesco. We were on a mission to buy fans. It is so hot in the city that I feel like I am always sticky from sweat. This abnormally hot day gave us the perfect excuse to get the fans, which we had to lug home on the metro.

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A few people walking by us did snicker but in the end, after a comfortable night’s rest (and by comfortable I mean about as comfortable as I’ll get with the stiff mattress), it was worth it.

Later Tuesday evening I went out with Miranda and Emileigh and met up with a local guy Miranda met through USAC, his girlfriend, and another friend. It was so cool and fun to spend a night with locals and be able to ask questions about their lives and bond over what we have in common.

For example, we all liked High School Musical.

Guess you could say we were connected by a feeling in our very souls.

Much(a) Love

The longer I spend here, the faster the time is flying by. Just today my dad told me I’d been gone eleven days but I’d been pretty certain I’d only been gone a week. It’s scary but it’s also motivating me to get out more.

So, naturally, as the days are flying by, my time between posts is becoming longer. I swear that yesterday I was caught up and then I find myself having to work to recollect exactly what I did do each day.

Sunday Emileigh and I visited the Mucha exhibit at the Gallery of Art Prague. It was a really nice exhibit and it was so interesting seeing how this artist struggled so much and then has made it so big now (especially since half the exhibit was postcards and biscuit ads). But hey, that’s every artist’s story, right?

After seeing that, we walked around Old Town for a while. Emileigh has been to Prague before for a semester long study abroad, so she showed me some of her favorite souvenir shops. Then we stumbled upon a street market where I fell in love with the most delicious looking box of berries:

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At this point, it was half eaten and I had devoured the cherries, raspberries and blackberries…

I find two (probably closely related) things interesting about the fruit here:

  1. The fruits are bigger and longer
  2. You don’t need to wash the fruit and people just buy these little tubs with the small forks and eat them

But I’m not complaining.

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You can’t see me in this picture, but I am there! Like I said, it was crammed.

See the pictures from today here.