Just when I think I'm beginning to conquer the Czech Republic, it likes to throw a curve ball and remind me that I'm just a lowly American exchange student. I know my way around the main areas; I can say a few sentences and even clerks and baristas will speak to me in rapid Czech, not noting my horrendous accent.
While I'm comfortable speaking Czech to an extent, my vocabulary doesn't include the word "reroute," hence how I wound up in the middle of NOWHERE while toting an entire department store's worth of groceries. Went food shopping, finally found the cosmetic stuff I needed, and jumped on a tram that I've taken home too many times to count. Of course, it totally blew off my stop, went down another road, and took me somewhere in Prague 5 where there was only a McDonald's around. That's not really what I needed tonight.
Of course, because I'm writing this and am not dead in a ditch somewhere, I made it home. But still. Screw you, tram system. Also, I'm now at the point where 40 degrees is warm. It was so nice outside that I didn't recognize my tram stop coming home from Paris on Monday.
Classes started. Day one was rough because I had literally two hours after landing in Prague to make it to class, and my very first one included two hours on the 12th-century Moravian tribes; I considered how to best poke my eyes out. The World in Prague should be okay, though; considering it's fine arts, literature and history I think I can handle it.
Jewish History was not particularly surprising; the professor terrifies me but in a really good way (if there is such a thing?), and I think I'll learn a lot.
Classroom Europe should be hilarious because the professor, a former ambassador, is hysterical and quite possibly crazy and I kind of want to be best friends with him and talk politics and history all day so maybe the insanely long bus rides around Europe won't suck. But that's just maybe.
Film will be fine because we started with The Unbearable Lightness of Being and the professor is American.
Also? The city of Prague needs to invest in more streetlights because the walk from the tram stop to my dorm could not be creepier if it tried.
London tomorrow! Au revoir, bank account. Bonjour, Phantom sequel.
Special thanks go to: Dad, for assuring me that my flight won't be affected by the now-defunct strike, and Mom, for answering the phone when I was miserably lost
Addendum: As I'm now trying to shove my belongings into my minuscule duffel, I'd like to offer a wholehearted SCREW YOU to EasyJet because their asinine, exploitative baggage policy will be my downfall. Warning, parents: any purchases made between Thursday and Saturday will be shipped to Prague via Royal Air Mail. Thank you for the credit cards. Love, your daughter.
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