Almost Home (written on August 6th)

I’ve been traveling all day. All day. To say that I’m tired would be an understatement. To say that I’m sad would be an understatement. To say that I’m okay would be accurate.

Waking up this morning was easier than I thought it would be. I woke up. Got dressed. Put on my makeup and went to breakfast with Sarah and Crystal. It was like any other day. Except that it wasn’t.

It was our last day.

We went through the motions, acting like everything was normal. Grabbing bread and yogurt. Sitting at our table. Indulging in this breakfast for the last time. The breakfast that once repulsed us. Eating the boiled eggs we once wished were scrambled. Drinking the water we once thought tasted like mold/metal (gross, I know). But what was once a completely foreign and uncomfortable feat became our typical routine. And now we were engaging in it one last time. It’s bizarre.

After breakfast, Sarah and I parted ways with Crystal. She has become such a great friend, and it was sad saying goodbye. Thank God she goes to UNO…

We said our goodbyes, and Sarah and I checked out of the dorms (aka our home) and walked to the bus stop down the street. Towing luggage. Passing by our usual hangouts (Pod Loubím). Catching a glimpse of the #20 tram as it stopped at Dejvička. Memories. Everywhere you turn, there are memories.

We safely made it to the airport and said goodbye to the #119 bus. After printing our boarding passes and checking our luggage in, we went to look for our gates. Somehow we got lost and ended up at baggage claim. We actually ended up at the exact spot where we met up on the day we arrived in Prague. That brought back some memories. Instead of sitting sown and sobbing like we wanted to, we turned around and made our way to Terminal 2. After going through security, we found our gates.

Sarah was C2, and I was C12. It was weird separating. We both hated it, and we were both very nervous. As soon as our 5-minute hug ended (accompanied by “I LOVE YOU!”, of course) I turned away and searched for C12.

Immediately after parting ways with Sarah, I felt alone. I felt so alone, and I hated it. I just wanted someone or something familiar next to me. Something to turn to. But I knew I wouldn’t have that the entire day. I’m on my own today. Completely on my own.

It was a scary thought.

After sitting at my gate for hours (It’s better safe than sorry), I finally heard the words I had been waiting for. Flight to Munich is boarding.

I jumped up, sprinted to the line, and took out my boarding pass and passport. I was ready to get this show on the road. I boarded the plane, settled into my seat, and stared out of my window.

Goodbye, Prague.

As the plane took off, I felt the tears building up in my eyes. I was crying. It took me by surprise, because I haven’t cried in a long time.

Watching Prague become smaller and smaller was very difficult, but I couldn’t stop staring. As the plane got higher, clouds began covering the city. Every now and then, I’d catch a glimpse of a rooftop covered in burnt sienna shingles. I had a poetic moment and began comparing the clouds covering Prague to the clouds that would eventually cover my memory. Prague is the memory. The clouds are the constant.

Or something like that.

It was a sentimental moment, which resulted in an influx of tears. My sad, sobbing session was interrupted by the flight attendant.

“Chocolate?”

“Uh, sure. Thanks.”

Toblerone. Score.

As soon as the view from my window became solely clouds, I decided to redirect my attention to something else. So I chose to stare at the two men sitting across from me, both unwrapping their free chocolate like children opening presents on Christmas morning. Once the creamy chocolate was free of its wrapper, they looked at each other, and tapped their candy bars together while laughing. Did these people just cheers to Toblerone? They did.

I like it.

That small moment between two friends lifted my spirits. Prague was still in mind, but I knew I couldn’t dwell. I promised myself I wouldn’t. So I looked straight ahead and prepared myself for my next stop.

Munich.

Because of my previous experience with German airports, I was very nervous about arriving to Munich. I didn’t know what to expect at all, but I knew I’d find out soon enough.

There was a shuttle waiting for us outside of our plane, which brought us to a terminal. So far, so good. I walked inside and immediately spotted the sign advertising my gate. So I walked.

And I walked.

And I jogged. Kind of.

I finally made it to passport control, through security, and to my gate. H. As soon as I walked up, they were preparing to board the plane. I immediately thanked God for not letting me miss this flight. I was so happy that I made it to my second flight. I couldn’t stop smiling.

I took my seat on the plane (window!), and I began to settle in. Eight hours wouldn’t be so bad…. And it wasn’t. It went by a hell of a lot faster than it did going to Prague. I slept a lot of the way, while somehow dodging the Spanish woman’s arm who was sitting next to me. She liked to lounge. And eat excessive amounts of German brie. Disgusting.

Anyway, the flight wasn’t bad. I watched 30 Rock and Scrubs. Listened to Adele. The usual. At this point, Prague was even further back in my mind. My thoughts were on landing in Newark and dealing with customs.

I was informed that I’d have to pick up my luggage and re-check it in once I arrived in New Jersey. I hated this news. For starters, its one more thing to worry about. As if finding your gate and going through passport control isn’t time consuming as it is, let’s throw in luggage escapades while we’re at it! Secondly, I have wine and beer in my luggage. They can’t get taken. They’re souvenirs!

The process actually went a lot smoother than I thought it would. I walked directly to passport control. After verifying why I was in Prague and promising that I wasn’t smuggling snails or produce into the country, I made my way to baggage claim.

Damn you, baggage claim.

I waited for a good twenty minutes. No luggage. Blue suitcase, pink ribbon. Those were the words coursing through my mind. A voice came over the intercom stating that some bags had been placed in the middle of baggage claim on the ground.

“Maybe mine is in there,” I thought.

But I ignored my thoughts and continued waiting at the conveyor belt. At this point, I was getting worried. I had a plane to catch.

I finally decided to check the random pile of luggage to see if I could find mine. Doubtful, I just skimmed.

Tan. Metallic. Leopard. Red.

Blue?

Blue suitcase, pink ribbon?

Nope…. Wait……

My luggage. Laying there. All the way at the end of the mountain of suitcases. Of course it is.

I grabbed it and made a mad dash for baggage control.

Baggage control was a lot less…controlled than I thought it would be. I literally just walked through a gate, gave my luggage to a man, and headed toward Terminal C.

I had to take an AirTrain to my terminal. Normally, this would have made me nervous. But, because of Prague’s transportation system, I felt like a pro. As soon as the doors open, I hopped onto the tram, widened my stance, and held onto the railing. Yellow and warm. Just like Prague. I was smiling at this point. This was familiar to me. This was good. I also liked that no one understood why I was smiling and chuckling to myself. They had no idea where I was coming from or where I was going. It was like I had a secret.

And I did. Still do.

I found my gate in advance and had a little time to spare. I called my mom. Responded to texts. And treated myself to an iced Americano with vanilla and skim. It tasted like Prague and reminded me all too well of Gloria Jeans.

Once I got back to my gate, it was time to board. As I was walking onto the plane, I got a jolt of excitement.

I’m going home. I’m seeing Jacob.

I’m relieved that I’m finally feeling this way. I was worried. Although I miss Prague terribly, I’m excited to be home.

I know I’ll be thinking about Prague every single day for the rest of my life. Some memories will make me laugh. Some will make me cry.

All in all, this was the greatest experience I have ever had in my entire life. I went to a foreign country. I lived there for thirty days. I adapted. I changed. I become one of them, and it felt good.

I’ll always have these memories. I’ll hold onto them forever. I’m happy that I had my time in Prague, but now it’s time to go home.

It’s time to go home.

And that’s okay.

Farewell

This is it.

This is the end.

Tomorrow is August 6th. The day I've somewhat been dreading, while simultaneously looking forward to all this time. The day I go home.

Prague has changed my life. It's made me stronger, and that's what I needed to be. Stronger. Although I'm experiencing a moment of weakness, I know I'll be able to build myself up again. And I'll do it on a much sturdier foundation. A foundation of strength.

These memories.

What can I say about these memories?

I can't say anything. I don't have the words. People will ask me What was Prague like? But what can I say?

I don't have the words.

The answers are in my thoughts. My memory. The sparkle in my eyes. The beating of my heart.

The answers are on the soles of my shoes. The blisters on my feet. The bags under my eyes from lack of sleep.

That's where the answers are. They can't be explained. Only experienced.

You want to know what Prague is really like? Then ignore the postcard that you know I bought for you.

Ignore it.

If you want to know what Prague is like, then live there for a month.

Try the food.

Meet the people.

Learn the tram numbers and their stops.

Befriend the locals.

Bathe in the sunlight.

If you want to know Prague, don't ask me. I can't tell you. I wish I could. But I can't.

This past month spent in Prague was the most precious month of my life. The most precious month.

And I will miss it more than I can describe in words. More than my eyes can sparkle. And more than my heart can beat.

Prague has become my home away from home, and I'm far from ready to leave it behind.

Taking Control - Travel Writing Essay #3

“You must yourself become the author of your environment. You cannot wait for a permit or an authority. Not only your clothes or your rooms, but the face of the building in which you live belongs to you.” – Friedensreich Hundertwasser

Reading this quote during a tour of the Hundertwasserhaus in Vienna, Austria, put my entire trip to Prague into perspective. I came to Prague for a purpose, even if I wasn’t entirely sure what it was. I guess you can’t really explain what something means to you or why you’re there until you have time to adjust to your new surroundings. Time to expand. Time to attach yourself and free yourself of whatever it was that is holding you back. So here I am. In Prague. Figuring out the city and figuring out why I’m here. I’m being the author of my environment, and owning what is mine.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve always been emotional. I have a tendency to put my heart on the line and become far too attached to temporary things, like vacations or month-long stays in Prague for example. I find it kind of funny that I am the way I am, especially because I’m typically so protective of my emotions. I’m usually the one who is overly cautious about opening up to someone, anyone, for a fear that my “secrets” won’t stay confidential. I’m not just cautious about my feelings, I’ve come to realize. I’m cautious about absolutely everything. It’s a difficult habit to shake, even more so when you’re fully aware of what you’re doing. It wasn’t until recently that I began to break down all of the walls that used to keep me fenced in. It wasn’t until recently that I stepped outside of the box. It wasn’t until recently that I released my inhibitions, grabbed life by it’s throat and said, “I am in control.”

I am in control.

Deciding to spend a month in Prague at the tender age of nineteen will probably be one of the boldest moves I will ever make in my entire life. There is a slight chance that the courage I have built up over the past month while being in Prague will slip away once I return to America. Once I fall back into that monotonous, American routine. There is a slight chance. I know it won’t happen, though. I won’t let it happen.

I am in control.

My routine in New Orleans is, well, a routine. I wake up, I got to class, I study, and I sleep. Sure, I do other things like eat or occasionally blink (just to mix it up a bit), but other than that, it’s a pretty standard routine. Especially during school. One of the first things I associated with a month-long stay in Prague was a much-needed break in my normal routine. I was getting tired of waking up and having my usual breakfast, which consisted of hazelnut coffee and scrambled eggs. I was getting bored with being in my hometown. I was drowning in the familiar. Drowning. And I knew that I needed to do something about it. So I chose Prague, because it was the most unfamiliar to me.

My decision to study abroad in Prague wasn’t the most accepted idea that I’ve ever had, particularly amongst my family. I almost feel like my grandma would rather me get a tattoo of some sort than venture off, practically on my own, to a foreign country. It’s understandable, though. I understand. But sometimes I’d like for people to let me make decisions on my own and support them without hesitation. Let me fly. Let me be in control of my decisions.

I am in control.

Living in Prague these past few weeks has taught me so many things that will benefit me once I return home to New Orleans. One of the many lessons I have learned is the action of release, which was completely foreign to me in America. Release your inhibitions. Release your soul. Release your emotions. Release everything and mold into something new, something better. That’s exactly what I have done while in Prague.

I am in control.

For starters, I have embraced the drink of choice: beer. Pilsner, to be exact, which really is cheaper than water! For most of my life, I have always been anti-beer. I look at it as a “man’s beverage”. I associate beer with a cluster of unshaved men, huddled together on a tattered sofa, smelling of Lay’s original potato chips, and yelling “Go Saints!” Don’t get me wrong, I love Saints football and the occasional potato fried to a crisp in animal lard, but beer is something that I never knew I would love. Thanks to Prague for opening my eyes, and my taste buds, up to new experiences, such as the traditional, Czech “man’s beverage.”

Another adjustment that had to be made was, not only what I ate, but how I ate it. In America, we eat a lot of “finger foods”, even at restaurants. I quickly learned that the Czechs expect a certain dining etiquette, even while eating an American classic, such as French fries (which are strangely common here).

When walking into a restaurant in America, you politely wait for the host who takes the number of your party, makes you wait thirty minutes, and then seats you next to a family of twelve, ten of which are crying infants. Here, in Prague, they are much more respectful. They realize that we’re mature enough to seat ourselves, so we do. Nearly four weeks into my stay in Prague, and I’m still adjusting to the whole “seat yourself” deal. The next few steps, such as ordering food and drinks, is almost identical to the process in America, except for when your silverware is personally delivered according to your meal of choice. Yes, that’s right. What you order determines the silverware that is provided for you. It’s quite a nice change from the standard knife and fork rolled up in an old, overused cloth napkin. You go about your meal in peace, enjoying every bite, especially if it’s dumplings and gravy you’re eating. Not once are you disturbed by the server with questions like, “How’s that steak for you, sir?” or “Is there anything else I can get you?” They leave you alone here in Prague. It’s so refreshing. Sometimes, while eating a bowl of soup, it becomes really frustrating when you have an overly enthusiastic waitress asking you every two seconds if you’d like more crackers with that lukewarm potato puree sprinkled with bacon bits. No, I don’t want anymore crackers. And for the record, this TOTALLY came out of a can from Wal-Mart.

Aside from indulging in cheap beer and soup that isn’t Campbells, I have also been indulging in the city itself. It’s absolutely beautiful here. Because I’m only here for a month, I’ve been trying to soak it all in as much as possible, making sure I don’t take a second of my time here for granted.

The Visual Prague

The most mundane tasks, such as riding the tram, have become the most sentimental to me. You could simply think of a tram ride as a means to get from one place to another. There’s a beginning, and there is an end. I would be lying if I said that I didn’t view a tram ride in that shallow manner, because I have, but as my days here become numbered, I view the process differently. The warm, yellow handlebars are no longer germ-infested posts that I’m forced to hold onto if there isn’t a seat available. They’re a constant. A steady device that assists me in maintaining my balance as the tram weaves in and out of the city, stopping and jerking, going around bends and curves. It finally reaches the curve that I anticipate every time I find myself on the number twenty. As the tram slows in speed and approaches the turn, I look to my right and find myself staring at the beautiful city of Prague. A panoramic view laden with burnt sienna and sea foam green roofs. Mesmerizing. I feel my grip tighten on the warm, yellow handlebar. My support. My constant. And as my knees weaken from the beauty of this city, I realize why the handlebars are really there. To hold you up. To keep you afloat as your eyes become exposed to the visual glory that is Prague. I take a deep breath. Fresh Prague air. So fresh that it stings my eyes. I catch one last glimpse of the city for the day, as the tram makes the curve. My emotions get the best of me, but I fight back with another deep breath.

I am in control.

There are so many different places to enjoy a view in Prague. Aside from the tram, I also have quite a lovely view from my English classroom. I remember the amount of excitement that coursed through my veins on the first day of class. I ran to the window and shouted, “THIS is our view?! Seriously?!” I immediately reached for my camera and snapped as many pictures as I could get away with before I became that obnoxious classmate that takes pictures of everything. From our classroom, you have a perfect view of the Charles Bridge. It’s enchanting. You can see people walking across the bridge, and I can only imagine what they’re thinking. If they’re anything like me, they were in awe, especially when they saw the paddleboats, some in the shape of swans, floating in the river. Creating a small wake, which drifts in multiple directions until it reaches shore. The water, catching the sun’s rays, sparkles unlike anything I have ever seen. The glistening of the river from the mild current created by paddleboats and families of swans reflecting the European sunlight is a more precious sparkle than any crystal could possibly be. And I get to see all of this from my classroom, which is even more charming than the swan-shaped boat made for two. I would assume your span of sight is limited while sitting in that boat, only having the ability to see what’s in front of you. Sometimes, seeing something from a distance is much more gratifying that witnessing it up close. On the second (or is it the third?) floor of Charles University, standing at the window farthest from the door, I am viewing Prague from a distance. And I find it to be charming.

The view of Prague may be breathtaking, but the memories I am creating while in Prague have more of an impact on me than any paddleboat or panoramic view could ever have.

The Emotional Prague

There’s a difference between seeing something and feeling something. I prefer the latter. Always. My ability to feel has always been prominent. I am driven by my emotions. I am not surprised at the level of emotional weight I have been experiencing since arriving in Prague. I’m actually relieved that Prague is affecting me in this manner, because, ultimately, it’s allowing me to better appreciate this experience.

My mom always makes jokes about how sentimental and emotional I can be at times. She tells me that she always knows when I had a good time somewhere, because I always say, “I wish I could go back to the first day I got there.” She’s right, though. Mother knows best. I’ve trained myself over the years to appreciate what I have and not to take anything for granted. I made a promise to myself that, while in Prague, I would appreciate everything, even if it seemed insignificant. So far, I have stuck to that promise.

Some of my fondest memories of Prague haven’t been the group activities, or even visiting numerous castles and cathedrals. Some of my fondest memories have simply been having dinner with a couple of good friends, or sitting in the courtyard during our lunch break at school. The intimate occasions strike me the most. The moments where there is no silence, just laughter. The moments where everyone is in perfect harmony. Simply enjoying one another’s company. Those are the moments that I adore the most.

Every night, around dinnertime, there is a certain routine.

“Where should we go for dinner tonight?”

That is the question that always lingers.

“They have that little Czech place around the corner…. Or the pub across the street from the dorms.”

Every night, those exact words are spoken. Oftentimes, that statement is followed by the infamous line,

“Shouldn’t we try something new?”

My friends and I are as indecisive as they come. We can barely get dressed in the morning without asking one another what they’re wearing, much less choose a restaurant for a meal. We usually settle for this place called Old Prague, which is located in a quaint part of town or, in fact, the pub across the street from the dorms, Pod Loubím. Both of these restaurants offer the traditional Czech cuisine as well as a variety of cuisine, which falls into the “Italian/American” category (risotto con pollo/“hamburger”). After many dining experiences at both restaurants, we’ve come to realize that if you want goulash and dumplings, Old Prague is the restaurant for you. If you want cheap(er) beer and a beef dish that resembles a banana split, venturing off to Pod Loubím would be the proper choice.

One dinner occasion that sticks out to me the most actually took place at Heuringer Welser, which is a winery in Vienna, Austria (we were there for a weekend trip). The winery was one of the coziest restaurants I have ever had the pleasure of dining at. It was dimly lit, but not too dark. There were grapes suspended from the trellis, and decanters of red and white wine placed on every table. There were dogs roaming around the restaurant, too. Normally, this would have disgusted me, but I was at a winery. In Vienna. I had no reason to complain. Besides, we had live entertainment that night. An older couple. They were singing Austrian songs and playing their instruments. Their faces never broke from a genuine smile all night. Not once.

Aside from the beautiful scenery and a meal that would have put Colonel Sanders’ chicken recipe to shame, it was the company I shared this experience with that really made the night special. Sitting at a table with great friends, old and new, drinking wine, and never letting the fact that we were in Austria fade from our one-track minds, was a night that I will never forget. It reassured the fact that these were the people that made my trip special. As usual, it was an emotional experience for me. I felt my heart expanding, which is somewhat of a rare occurrence for me, being that I am so closed off. It’s still very strange to admit that, because I am a person who is full of love. Love to give. Love to receive. It’s just a matter of time.

I am in control.

I gave love that night. I received love that night. I could feel it as easily as I felt the smooth, Austrian wine slide down my throat. As easily as I felt the delight of the couple performing for us. As easily as I felt the joy radiating from everyone. Everyone. Despite all of our differences, we were all connected that night, even if it was short lived. Even if it wasn’t. I’m positive the fact that we were dining at a winery in the beautiful country of Austria aided in our overall joy, but I firmly believe in the saying, “It’s not where you are but who you’re with.”

It wasn’t where I was. It was who I was with.

We’ve had excellent meals, and we’ve had mediocre meals (shout out to the fried bleu cheese at our beloved Pod Loubím), but one thing that remains constant is the company. It doesn’t matter where you go, or what you’re eating, it’s the company that makes the meal worthwhile. Chances are, I won’t go home remembering stories of the delicious beef on garlic with spinach and potato dumplings from Old Prague(which was delicious, and will, in fact, never be forgotten), but instead, I’ll go home remembering the jokes we told at dinner that night. I’ll go home remembering the stares we got as we laughed way too loudly or requested, for the millionth time, water. No bubbles.

“No bubbles?”

“…. No bubbles.”

“Okay. Water. No bubbles.”

I am in control.

I never would have imagined that a city so far from home would actually be where I began discovering my true self and releasing my inhibitions. Being incarcerated in a new world. Seeing new sights and faces, none of which remind you of home. Hearing new sounds, which can rarely be interpreted. Different mannerisms are being learned, like how to properly indulge in a Czech meal. Knife AND fork. New foods, which were once an acquired taste, now become a taste that I crave. Dumplings will forever remain satisfying to my palate, and I long for the taste and smell of beer. The warm handles in the tram that I use to steady myself are no longer grotesque handlebars plastered with germs. They’re my support. They hold me up as I travel to and from. The sights of Prague still make me weak at the knees, just like they did on my very first day here. The burnt sienna paired with sea foam green have become two of my favorite colors. They bring me comfort. The view of the Charles Bridge from my English classroom still catches me off guard, and the glistening of the river from the mild current created by paddleboats and families of swans reflecting the European sunlight is still a more precious sparkle than any crystal could hope to be. As we come around the bend on the number twenty tram, the city of Prague exposes it’s glory to my freshly opened eyes. I scan the panoramic view of Prague. I breathe in the fresh air and steady myself on the yellow handlebars to prevent myself from collapsing, partly from the beauty of this city, and partly because the tram driver had a bad day. As the view of the city slowly gets tucked away by the lush foliage, I can’t help but smile. I can’t help but fall in love. I can’t help but let my emotions take over.

I am releasing control.

In six days, I’ll be on a plane back to New Orleans. Back to my monotonous, American routine. Back to the familiar. Although this saddens me to no end, I almost feel like dwelling on the fact that I’m leaving Prague would be selfish. I had my time here. I experienced a new culture in its entirety. I made great friends, new and old, and I created new memories that will last a lifetime. I know I’ll catch myself saying, “I wish I could go back to the first day I got there.” I know I’ll miss Prague. But at least it happened. At least I have the memories to keep with me forever. To bring back home. To share. To utilize. I will never regret choosing Prague, which was once the unknown, but now feels like home. And I’ll never regret letting Prague choose me. This is my Prague.


This is the Prague that I know.

Prague's Display of Affection - Travel Writing Essay #2

Since being in Prague, I have noticed a surplus of details that, initially, caught me by surprise. For starters, the language is different, which is a challenge to adjust to. Actually, it’s near impossible to adjust to, unless you’re semi-fluent in Czech. Much to my dismay, I am not, but I have learned a few Czech phrases that I am quite proud of. One of them is “dát ponožku v něm” (dat poh-no shku v nehm) or “put a sock in it” (put – a – sock – in – it) as we Americans like to say. Hopefully I won’t have to shout this phrase to a group of adults in the next Starbucks that I’m sitting in while trying to read. Whoever thought it was okay to cackle loudly in a den where people are obviously reading deserves to be harassed with poorly pronounced Czech language. Another major difference in the culture here in Prague, as opposed to New Orleans, is the food. My first Czech meal consisted of beef, potato dumplings, cranberry sauce, and whipped cream. Confusing? Yes. Delicious? I’m still deciding. I’m certain that Prague doesn’t offer a traditional New Orleans po-boy (which is a sandwich on French bread), but I’m willing to give their food a chance, even if that means coupling beef with ice cream sundae toppings. One of the many differences, aside from language and food, that sticks out to me more than the others are the relationships between people in Prague, and the openness that makes itself ever so present. Being from New Orleans, your precious eyes become exposed to quite a few sights that you wouldn’t deem suitable for anyone else, especially during Mardi Gras on the ever-so-familiar Bourbon Street. However, I often find myself in the midst of a situation that one may find awkward. Like holding eye contact with a stranger while biting into that infamous po-boy, or attempting to shout a phrase in Czech and completely butchering it. Maybe it’s because I’m American, and I’m paying too much attention. Maybe showing love in public is just their way of life. Affection. It can’t be all that bad… or can it?

While walking to the metro one morning on my way to class, I noticed a couple walking hand-in-hand. My first reaction was, “Aw, that’s sweet,” which was immediately followed by, “I miss my boyfriend.” Typically, public displays of affection tend to make me feel uncomfortable. It isn’t the act of love that makes me feel uneasy, but it’s the level of public openness that tends to freak me out. Intimacy usually takes place behind closed doors for a reason. Some things aren’t meant to be seen by other people, especially complete strangers. Now that I am also the recipient of someone else’s affection, I think otherwise about PDA (to a certain extent), and apparently, so do Czech people. I cannot even begin to count the amount of PDA that I have witnessed so far during my stay in Prague. It’s everywhere. People here love to love! I, personally, think that it is a wonderful thing, although it can be turned down a notch or two, especially to the couple at Petřín Hill, who were in the midst of approaching third base.

Clearly, in Prague, love is a glorious thing, and it is acceptable to hug and kiss (and possibly straddle) your significant other in public. Not only did this take me by surprise, but it also made me question these people’s upbringing. Is PDA embraced in Prague? It sure does seem to be so. I couldn’t imagine the reactions one would get back home if they decided to fondle their partner on the metro. First of all, New Orleans doesn’t have a metro transportation system. Secondly, they’d draw a heavy amount of unwanted attention. Czechs don’t budge when they see a kissing couple on the metro. It’s a normal thing to see here. The actions that I have been witnessing show that cultural differences span deeper than language or food. In my opinion, cultural differences are rooted within the people.

Despite the sight I witnessed on Petřín Hill, I have also encountered situations between individuals that you wouldn’t be embarrassed for your family to see. A couple of days ago, I was waiting at the tram stop trying to decipher which tram to take from point A to point B. As I stepped onto the number twenty-two tram, I took a stand across from a family of four. Instead of staring off into space, I decided to be useful with my time, so I stared at the family instead. What’s the point in fixating your eyes upon beautiful, Prague scenery when you can stare aimlessly at the locals? Trying not to seem like a rude American, I diligently observed them as they interacted with one another. It was so friendly. The two little boys joked and played around like brothers should. The father watched the little boys and smiled. He seemed proud, like a father should. He then kissed his wife on the cheek, which was affection presented in a tasteful way. The wife smiled at the husband in return, and spoke to him in Czech. Her words sounded very pretty, and I can only imagine they translated to something equally as beautiful. I smiled and looked out of the window for a bit, trying my hardest not to start daydreaming about having a family of my own someday.

A couple of minutes later, I heard someone speaking English, which snapped me out of my daydream almost immediately. Being in Prague, you hear people speaking English quite often, but typically only when you speak to them first. That alone makes hearing it in public that much more exciting and comforting. I whipped my head around, and discovered that the person speaking English was the mother of the two boys I was previously observing. She was talking to her youngest child. The little boy was staring at his mother as she asked him, “How old is your daddy?” in perfect English. The little boy replied, “My… dad… is….”, and then paused. His mom smiled, gave him a moment, and asked him the same question, to which he replied, “My… dad… is… forty-five.” They were both laughing together now, almost in a perfect harmony. It occurred to me moments later that the mom was teaching the little boy English! I was so thrilled at what I was witnessing, that I turned around to see if anyone else saw it too. Needless to say, no one did, which, in a sense, made the moment feel even more special to me. I laughed, which caught the attention of the mother. She looked at me, smiled, and proceeded to teach her son my language. It was at that moment that I no longer felt like an outsider. A tourist. Without fully realizing it, I witnessed the English language being transferred from one generation to the next. It was like a cycle, and I was a part of it. I immediately pulled out my purple sticky notes and a pen that I stole from my mom, and wrote down, “mom teach eng to son”, in my own shorthand, so I wouldn’t forget to write about it. This moment that I witnessed was far too pure to forget. Now I never will.

Being in Prague has opened my eyes to a lot of new experiences. I have been exposed to a new language, various types of food, and another culture’s way of expressing their love. Regardless of how your love is expressed, at least it exists. At least you know it’s being practiced in other areas aside from your hometown, even if it is a little different. You could choose to hold your partner’s hand while walking down a busy street in the city. You could choose to practice the act of reproducing at a public park. Or you could simply display your affection through a quick kiss on the cheek of the person you love, or by exchanging a friendly smile with a stranger on a tram. It doesn’t matter how far away from home you travel, you will always encounter public displays of affection. There’s no escaping it. In reality, do you honestly want to? It is safe to say that every country is accustomed to expressing themselves differently. It is also safe to say that this difference is actually what makes us all similar. The way we express our love in public may be different, but it’s the universal act of love, that is rooted within us, that remains the same.



Affection. It isn’t all that bad, after all.

When in Prague - Travel Writing Essay #1

There comes a time in everyone’s lives where they’re forced to expand. Expand their knowledge. Expand their horizons. Expand their waist size. Regardless of what you’re expanding, whether it be in your control or not, it’s inevitably going to happen.

Until very recently, I have always been very reluctant to try new things. I don’t want to say that I was afraid of change, but because being honest with oneself is important, I will go ahead and acknowledge the fact that I was afraid. For as long as I can remember, I have always kept myself inside of this bubble. It was a bubble created by myself that housed everything that made me comfortable. I would rarely allow anyone inside of this bubble of comfort, for fear that they would break it, and I’d be forced to confront the outside world. After a series of events that ultimately lead to an epiphany, I had a breakthrough. It couldn’t have come at a better time.

When I first considered studying abroad in Prague, I had some reservations. I wasn’t sure if I would necessarily enjoy being on my own, but by no means am I overly dependent. I think that the word that describes me the most appropriately in this situation is self-conscious. Naturally, I would rather experience something with someone else, whether it a trip to the grocery store down the street or a trip out of the country. Another issue that worried me was the fact that, not only would I be outside of the United States, but I would be outside of the United States for an entire month. I have always been extremely close to my family and friends. The mere thought of not seeing them or speaking to them, with the exception of the occasional Skype session, made my stomach turn. I was very worried that the relationships I had with people back at home would weaken because I was traveling overseas. After a few pep talks and a few bowls of ice cream, I realized I would be okay. The relationships I created with people would still be there once I returned home. It wasn’t until this issue was resolved that I truly felt as ease about studying abroad.

As the weeks passed, the realization that I would be leaving everything behind for a month slowly began to nag at me. It was almost as if Prague was becoming a burden, and I hadn’t even been introduced to the country yet! The majority of my problem was the fact that I was anxious. I was anxious about flying, anxious about being immersed in completely new territory for thirty days, and anxious about not being surrounded by my family, friends, and boyfriend. I was nervous about everything, to say the least, but that’s nothing new. My nerves get the best of me sometimes. Remind me to shake that later.

On the night of July 7th, as I was packing, it finally hit me that I was traveling out of the country. Actually, it didn’t hit me. It punched me square in the face and pushed me to the ground. I was paralyzed with fear. The night of July 7th is actually a blur. I do remember packing, and I remember pacing in my house saying over and over again, “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Shipping off to another country is something completely out of the ordinary for me, which is why it was so crucial that I went through with it. After nineteen years of life on earth, it finally hit me that there is more to see in the world than New Orleans, which resulted in another epiphany, which was followed by yet another a breakthrough. A sense of peace washed over me as I zipped my suitcase one last time and finally crawled into bed. I went to sleep knowing that leaving was okay. Being away from the familiar was okay. I would be okay.

Needless to say, the overall journey to Prague was the opposite of okay. I didn’t cry before I departed New Orleans like I initially thought I would. However, one of my flights was delayed, which resulted in missing a connecting flight. I also had to communicate with a woman in the Frankfurt airport who was, to put it mildly, anti-American. Okay, so maybe she wasn’t anti-American, but she surely didn’t feel like dealing with me. I was a little frantic, I’ll admit, but can you blame me? Here I am, in Germany, trying to tell a woman that I’m about to miss my flight and I need a new boarding pass, only for her to tell me that a flight to Prague at 11:45 AM doesn’t exist, when I know for a fact that it does! After many confusing looks, disgruntled sighs, and a few clicks on her fancy, German computer, my new boarding passes were printed, and I meticulously placed myself on a bench with some German chocolate and waited for my plane to arrive. Fiver hours later, I’m finally on a plane to Prague.

I won’t go into great detail about my time here in Prague so far, but I will say that it has completely turned my world upside down, and I’ve only been here for six days. Being in Prague has been the ultimate learning experience, as well as the ultimate culture shock. There is so much to learn! Aside from the language, I’m also transitioning from living in a house to living in a small dorm, from traveling by car, to traveling by foot, metro, and tram, which I’m beginning to love! I’m also adjusting to the breakfast food, which doesn’t consist of scrambled eggs and toast like it does in America, but is a culmination of chopped hot dogs in ketchup and a surplus of carbs. Prague seems to welcome carbohydrates with open arms, which is also an adjustment from the U.S, because we tend to avoid bread at all costs. Thanks, Atkins Diet, for making people think stuffing your face with pepperoni and steak is a much healthier alternative to nibbling on the occasional blueberry crumble muffin or pretzel stick.

Aside from all of the adjusting that has been taking place in my life as of the past week, I can honestly say that I would not have changed any experience I have had thus far, including the banter I exchanged with the beastly, German woman. Everything has been a learning experience. Everything. I can literally feel myself growing, not only intellectually, but emotionally, as well. My emotions, as of today, are nothing compared to what they were on my first day here in Prague. I’m becoming more comfortable with being away from the familiar. I’m falling into a routine, which makes me feel at ease. I’m exploring a new country, practically on my own. I’m living my life to the fullest, and I’m taking chances, which is exactly what I should have been doing all along. I’m expanding my knowledge, my horizons, and maybe even my waist size, but I don’t care. When in Czech, do as the Czechs do. If that means stuffing your face with carbs at every meal, then so be it.

Bloom and Grow Forever

We just got onto the train. We're leaving Vienna. I liked it there.

Vienna had a much different feeling than Prague does. I felt safer there. It felt more like a family-oriented neighborhood. Prague feels like a big city that is constantly on the go. Vienna felt that way, too, but it was different. I guess it's just a Europe thing.

The hotel in Vienna was pretty great. Sarah and I had our own bathroom, which was a nice change. The rooms are smaller in Vienna than they are in Prague, but I didn't mind. It was cozy, and we were only in there to sleep at night anyway. The curtains were bright white and kind of sheer. The bedding was also a bright white, which was accompanied by light wood furniture. It was like caramel graced with whipped cream. Haha, this travel writing class is making me sound too poetic. The bathroom was nice, but we had a minor issue. The heater was on the entire time, and while the weather was brisk and chilly, the bathroom was very uncomfortable. The heat was coming from this huge square suspended from the wall. It looked like a vertical griddle. It was different, to say the least. Needless to say, we suffered through the heat, but we had the windows open the entire time, so the cool, Vienna air wafted in and out of our bedroom, keeping the temperature around a comfortable 60 degrees.

We did quite a bit while in Vienna. We only had three short days, so we had to make the best of it. I'm confident we did.

We arrived in Vienna around noon on Thursday. We immediately trekked to our hotel/boarding house, dropped off our luggage, and ventured off into the streets of Vienna for our first city tour. I was blown away by the sights. It's utterly breathtaking, just like Prague, but in a different light. We had our umbrellas open, walked through Vienna scoping out places to revisit, and took so many pictures.

The buildings in Vienna are almost dreamlike. It resembled a wonderland, especially because of all of the people walking around with their umbrellas open, too. Horse-drawn buggies were weaving in and out of the streets, passing by castles and City Hall. The horses in Vienna aren't like the ones in New Orleans. We have carriage rides in the French Quarter, yes, but in Vienna, it was much more interesting. My English teacher says that when you do something in a foreign country, it becomes much more interesting than if you performed that same activity at home. I saw a horse and carriage ride today verses I saw a horse and carriage ride in downtown Vienna today. You decide which is more exciting, but I can guarantee it's the latter.

We continued to tour Vienna, and I scoped out the shops and cafés (especially the ones that sold chocolate!). We found some pretty cool places, and the chocolate is amazing, by the way. I spent many a Euro on some goodies to bring back with me to the states. Can't wait to share them! Anyway, after our tour, we had an hour or so to freshen up before we went to dinner. We went to this quaint, Austrian restaurant called Narrischer Kastanienbaum right down the road from our hotel. It was so sweet. It reminded me of an isolated cabin in the forest somewhere. The inside was dimly lit, but far from drab. There were wine bottles everywhere, and people sitting at tables drinking wine and enjoying Austrian cuisine. We made our way to the back of the restaurant, where we had a reserved area for the party of twenty plus. We took our seats at these wooden tables graced with wine glasses and decanters of wine, both white and red. We began drinking while waiting for our food. The wine was delicious. I preferred the red compared to white, but I would have settled for either one.

(Prost! - Cheers!)

Our first course was soup, which I didn't really care for. It was beef broth with bread in it. It was kind of like French onion soup, for those of you who have had it. Next came the main course, which to my surprise (not really), was wienerschnitzel. Wienerschnitzel is a deep fried filet of chicken or pork that sits upon a bed of potatoes in some fashion. We had fries. They must have known we were American. They also gave you a tiny slice of lemon to drizzle over the dish, which made it even more appealing to a borderline famished traveler. It was filling. I enjoyed it, even though I'm kind of opposed to indulging in deep-friend foods. But hey, when in Austria, eat as the Austrians do. Dessert, if you'd call it that, was a disappointment. We were told apple strudel, but it clearly was not. It was an apricot crepe covered in honey and powdered sugar, which sounds delectable! It smelled like cat food and tasted like hairspray, and I WISH I was exaggerating. The majority of us bypassed dessert and continued drinking wine. The night got fun from there.

After drinking wine for a couple hours straight, we felt like we reached our quota, that is, until the waiter decided to bring us yet another bottle. This makes bottle number six for the evening. We didn't want to be rude and leave an opened bottle of white wine on the table, so we kind of smuggled it out of the restaurant. Leave it up to Jessica to walk out of a restaurant with a bottle of wine tucked under her arm without getting caught. So anyway, we just went back to her room, sat on the balcony and drank wine, while talking and enjoying the nighttime sky... in Vienna (See? Much more interesting).

The next morning, after breakfast (which consisted of bread and cheese - only), we went on another tour. We went to the Hundertwasser Museum. Hundertwasser was an artist, who thought he was a tree. He was this European hippie guy who created artwork with bright, bold colors in the most abstract of fashions. It was everything that I don't like in art, not to mention his obscure mindset. He spoke words like, "When I die, I wish to be buried under a tree, so I can retreat back to nature and grow with the tree." It was like Secret Window, minus the corn feast at the end. And Johnny Depp, of course. Johnny Depp was definitely not there. It was grueling. Grueling. An upside to this museum was the restaurant on the first floor. It was like these people discovered a meadow, put up a few chairs and tables, and opened for business. They even had little dangly things hanging from the tree limbs that hovered over the tables. Have you ever seen Harriet the Spy? Yes? (If you said no, stop reading my blog.) Remember the part where Gully (Rosie O'Donnell) takes Harriet and her two friends to that mystical, outdoor wonderland? It kind of looked like that. It was really cool. We ordered and ate. It was delicious. I had sausage with mustard. I know, I know... it sounds horrible, and there wasn't a single green item on my plate, which made me feel like a fat ass, but I wanted to try Austrian food. So I did. Not to mention the fact that it was the cheapest thing on the menu, aside from a single slice of bread. Four-ish Euros later, and we're off to another group/city tour. Yay.

Our tour guide, Marietta Rein, was a very lovely woman. She's beautiful, first of all. Most of the people in Vienna were. It made me long for bright blue eyes even more than I did before coming here. Anyway, Marietta was wonderful and intelligent, but damn, she can talk. We toured St. Stephen's cathedral, which was just like any other cathedral that I've seen so far on this trip. What could have been a mere twenty minute tour turned into an hour and a half. It was brutal. I was SO bored, and I very rarely get bored. I was so antsy too. I'm beginning to think I'm developing ADHD.

After that ridiculously long tour, we went to the crypt down the street. How lovely and happy. We got to stare at caskets for another ninety minutes. B-O-R-I-N-G. Is it rude to admit that I was jealous of all of those dead people? I envied them. Not only did they have a place to lay down, but they were also in peace. Silence. That's all I wanted was silence. Sorry, Marietta, but you talk too much sometimes, and I can't follow what you're saying. I was just looking forward to dinner that evening at a winery on the outskirts of Vienna. That's all I wanted. Wine and dinner.

Six o'clock finally rolled around, and we departed from the hotel. One hour of intense travel later (metro, thirty minute tram ride, and walking on cobblestones in wedges), we finally reached Heuringer Welser. This was my first experience at a winery, and I fell in love. We walked through the outside dining area, which sat under a canopy of foliage. It took me awhile to realize that these were actually where they harvested their grapes for their wine. Bundles of grapes dangled from the ceiling. They were bright green and not quite ripe, but still appealing.

We went inside and had a seat at another wooden table. We drank delicious wine out of "wine mugs", which, essentially, are beer mugs that hold wine instead of beer. Or something like that. I preferred the white this time. There were dogs running throughout the restaurant, which, in my opinion, was a nice addition to the overall "coziness" of the winery. We were also serenaded by two of the most precious musicians ever. They were older, but full of vitality. They played songs native to Austria, which were great. As I was eating my dinner (which consisted of a variety of delicious meats), I heard a song that was beyond familiar. Edelweiss. They started playing Edelweiss. I threw down my fork and frantically searched for my camera to record this amazing moment. I ran up to them and recorded them singing one of the most beautiful songs I have ever had the pleasure of hearing. They saw that I was recording and directed their attention to my camera. It was such a special moment. I started tearing up at the remembrance of The Sound of Music. I was overwhelmed with emotion. Here I was at a winery in Vienna, eating an Austrian meal while drinking wine with great friends, and listening to Edelweiss, being sung by two wonderful Austrian people. It was definitely one of the highlights of this trip.

After a few glasses of wine, dinner and dessert (tirimisu) that would blow your socks off, and wonderful entertainment, it was time to leave. I didn't want to leave the winery. I loved how cozy and welcoming it was. Everyone was so merry and friendly too, which was a nice change from the gems that work in the food industry in America.

The journey back towards the hotel was interesting, to say the least. First of all, maneuvering through a city you're completely unfamiliar with is a chore, especially when you're leading a group of six slightly tipsy women. We found the tram stop with ease, got onto the tram, and sat there for fifteen minutes. It was sketchy as hell. Come to find out, the delay was caused by construction workers. Typical.

After getting off at our stop, we decided to stop in this bar close to our hotel. We had a beer and played one game of UNO. I won. No surprise there (note the sarcasm, if you were unable to catch it). We sat around, drank our beer, and talked. It was fun. Sarah wanted to go outside to smoke, so I decided to go with her. We were standing outside, and I spotted a Kodak moment, so I grabbed my camera for a picture. I crossed the street to take a picture of the pub and Sarah. As I went to snap the picture, three guys crossed in front of the camera. This threw me off, so I put the camera down and waited until they were out of my shot (so official). The last guy stopped and jokingly posed for a picture. I laughed and proceeded to tell him that he could be in the picture. "Seriously?" "Yeah, sure!" A picture of a bar in Austria would be much cooler with a REAL Austrian in it! He gathered his buddies, and they all posed around Sarah. I jumped in the picture too.

The new photo bombers took the group picture as an invitation to start a conversation with us. We stood outside and talked with them for awhile. The conversation basically consisted of Sarah asking one of the guys, Mark, how to say phrases in German. It was very funny. I took a video, of course. She learned how to say "tail of a squirrel" in German, for some odd reason. She then turned to one of the guys, Freddy (who looked like the Austrian version of Harry Potter), and said, "You look like a squirrel's tail." They all laughed along with us, especially the third friend, Tom, who was wearing clothes that came straight out of Pac Sun. They were quite the trio. They invited us to walk down to another bar/pool hall with them. We didn't have anything better to do, so we joined them.

This bar was much cooler than the one we previously visited. It was a much younger crowd. It felt like a basement, because of the descending staircase to get inside of the bar. There were three pool tables, foosball tables, and multiple couches and the like. It was really neat. We got situated at the pool table in the back of the bar, ordered a beer, and started pairing off into teams. I got stuck with Feddy (aka Harry), who was beyond wasted. I couldn't understand a single word he said. Not only did he have a thick Austrian accent, but he had a severely heavy I'm-so-freaking-hammered accent. It was quite the process to understand his words. He meant well.

Two beers and multiple games of pool later, we decided to sit down and join some other people at a table. We spent the remainder of the evening/early morning talking and drinking and laughing. It was loads of fun. We were trying to explain to the Austrian guys what New Orleans was like. It was kind of difficult, especially for Freddy, who actually ended up disappearing. We found him later fast asleep on a vacant pool table. Poor guy. When we realized it was 4:00 AM, we decided it was time to leave. We said goodbye to our new friends and walked back to the hotel. After a warm shower and a glass of water, I passed the heck out. "What a night" was all that was running through my mind. And what a night it was.

The next morning was a little rough. I was exhausted. At least we didn't have much of an agenda that day. We were free until 7:15 PM, which was joyous! We were all craving our version of alone time. It's rough being herded around like cattle with everyone for an entire day. It makes you feel like running away. Luckily, I didn't get that extreme. I did, however, engage in some retail therapy: Vienna style. It was glorious. We spent the day wandering around downtown Vienna. I bought some much-needed souvenirs, most of them being edible. Hooray for foreign chocolate and coffee! After we exceeded our limit with shopping, we ended up at City Hall, which was hosting a film festival. It was really cool. They have this gigantic screen set up on a beautiful piece of architecture, that looked like a castle. It was gorgeous and lovely and breathtaking. Because it was still kind of early, there wasn't much going on. So we ordered peach and raspberry daiquiris and enjoyed the sights. There were numerous food booths. Asian food, Austrian food, etc. It all smelled so wonderful, but it was so expensive. So we settled for McDonald's (yes, McDonald's) and headed back to the hotel to start getting ready for the evening.

That evening, we went on a group outing to Karlskirche, which is a cathedral around downtown Vienna. We went there to see a concert dedicated to Mozart. It was very pretty for the first couple of minutes, but after awhile, I felt my ears craving some thrash metal. Too much classical isn't good for the soul, I'm convinced. Or maybe that's my newfound ADHD talking. I had the giggles during this concert. Of course I would. It wasn't only me, though. It was all of the UNO people, including the teachers. Best thing ever. I could overhear them cracking jokes and giggling like children. It made me feel better for acting silly too. Besides, what's life without jokes?

After the twenty minutes of applause ceased, we bolted out of the doors of the beautiful cathedral and became enveloped in the night air of Vienna. It was freezing. I wasn't dressed for the occasion, but my outfit rocked.

(See? Blue polka dot dress and my brown wedges. Timeless.)

I didn't care though. I was in Vienna. The least of my worries were the family of goosebumps permanently residing on my legs and arms, making the five minutes of meticulous shaving I did prior to the concert completely pointless.

We frolicked through the cold and made our way to the tram stop. We caught the number 2 tram to our stop by the hotel, and went back to the pool hall/bar/teeny bopper hangout. We drank more beer, played more pool, and spotted Freddy Potter by the bar hitting on some girl. I hope she could understand him, because he seemed friendly enough. We didn't stay very long. We were all very tired and hungry. We were counting on the food there, but it seemed awful. The loaded nachos were actually just tortilla chips with salsa-flavored ketchup. Thinking about it now makes me queasy. Maybe I'm just getting motion sickness from the train, but I'd much rather blame the glob of gelatinous condiment. Sick. One more bar stop, and then it was off to bed.

I slept hard last night. I also slept until 9:00 AM, which is the latest I've woken up in a few weeks. It was nice. We had breakfast, packed, and walked around town for a short while. It was so cold. Luckily we found an open restaurant (everything is closed on Sundays), ran in and ordered cappucinos. It was mediocre, but the atmosphere was nice. The staff kept laughing at Sarah, Crystal, and I. Maybe it's because we're American, or maybe it was because of the intense laughter radiating from our table. Hey, we like to have a good time.

I think our laughter disrupted the elderly woman sitting at the table behind us. We chilled out for awhile, and my attention drifted from my friends to the older woman. She was very aged. I could tell by her wrinkles and the way she walked, especially. She was having a meal at a table for four, but she was alone. It broke my heart. Of course, I don't know the real reason why she was alone. In my mind, she was all she had. No family, no friends, no pets, despite the dog to human ratio in Vienna (which is 2:1, in case you were wondering). I wanted to sit down with her and talk, but I knew I couldn't. She was speaking German with the waiter, who kept a close eye on her, which made me feel like she was a regular. Maybe it was her Sunday tradition to have lunch at that restaurant. I just hate seeing people alone. I wonder what her story is.

After leaving the restaurant, we got our things together and caught our train back to Prague. It almost feels like I should be going home. Two weeks in Prague, four days in Vienna. Isn't this enough? Back to Prague I go, and in less than two weeks, I'll be on a plane that's heading to New Orleans. Back to reality. Back to the familiar. Back to some routine that I'll have to relearn. I'm getting used to all of this spontaneity. Not knowing what I'll be doing an hour from now. Not knowing what people around me are saying, because I didn't learn Czech or German as a child. I'll miss walking everywhere. Catching trams. Squeezing onto the metro. I'll miss the friendships, because I know they're bound to change once I get back home. In my perfect world, they'd remain the same. But the world is far from perfect.

I miss Vienna already, and I know I'll miss Prague just like I missed home when I left. But I'm growing up. I'm seeing the world and doing things on my own. I'm living and learning and loving every minute of it. I know I still have two weeks, but they will be the shortest two weeks of my life, I can guarantee. I'm not ready to leave. I'm not ready for reality. I like not knowing what comes next, or exactly what I'm eating, or what people are saying.

(Group shot in Vienna.)

I'll be on a plane soon. I'll be leaving Prague. I liked it there.

Courtyard Lunch Break

It's 11:00 AM on Wednesday, July 20th. It's my lunch break. I just got out of film class. We watched this Hungarian film, Love, which was a story about a woman caring for her sick mother-in-law as they both await the return of their husband/son. It was great. It was a montage of past and present, which really added to the overall emotion of feeling anxious and unsettled. But this isn't a movie review... What is this?

I was taking notes in class today. Being the overly organized student that I am, I asked someone for the date so I could date my notes. Organization: The Key to Happiness. Anyway, I asked, "What's the date? July 18th?" My question was immediately followed by, "No, it's July 20th." This was shocking news.

It seems to be that my days are numbered here in Prague. I've been here for twelve days already. I'm halfway through. My journey in Prague will soon come to an end, which, in a sense, I feel okay about. At least I feel okay about it today. Right now. Sometimes the thought of going home makes me sad. The thought of leaving the familiar. I never thought Prague would become my familiar. But it has. It's kind of become home, for now, at least.

Tomorrow morning, at 7:00 AM (promptly!), we're leaving for Vienna, Austria. We'll be there for four days. I am beyond excited, namely because that's where The Sound of Music was filmed. The Sound of Music is such a wonderful movie, and it was a pleasure playing Liesl a couple of summers ago with Wing and a Prayer Players. Also, Vienna has wine. Sparkling wine. I'm excited.

Regardless of how fast time is passing, I am not failing to soak it all in. I realize my time here is limited, and chances are, I may never visit Prague again. That's okay, though, because I can check this location off of my places-to-travel list. It's lengthy, I'll admit. Hopefully I'll be seeing New York in December. And I know I'll eventually make my way back out of the United States to spend some time in Ireland. London, too. Someday.

But as for now, I am in Prague. And I don't mind.

The Wonderful World of Prague.

My stay in Prague has been interesting to say the least. One week down, three more to go. I've met some wonderful people so far, experienced authentic Czech food (and liked it!), and drank my weight in Pilsner. I can't complain, though. I'm saving money. When they said that the beer was less expensive than the water, they weren't lying.

Aside from the beer being good, the food is, too. This came as a relief for the soul, but maybe not for my waistline. The other day, after classes, a couple of us went to this restaurant called Old Town. Don't quote me on that. Anyway, it was an authentic Czech restaurant. I ordered beef, spinach, and potato dumplings, accompanied by a beer (of course). It was so delicious, that I had to take a picture.

I ate all of it. Can you believe that? I'm usually the one at restaurants who takes a couple bites of a meal and then begs for a to-go box. Not here, though. I'm actually cleaning my plate almost entirely every time we eat. Thank the precious Lord that living in Prague also means walking virtually everywhere.

Classes started on Monday, which was somewhat of a comfort. I like breaking into a good routine. Little did I know that this routine would wipe me out. I am exhausted by the end of the day. Exhausted. It probably doesn't help that I go to bed at 1:00 AM, wake up at 6:30 AM, go to class until 3:00 PM, and then wander around the city until it gets dark. But, hey, when in Prague...

I prefer my travel writing class over my film class, which is kind of surprising, but not really, at all. I just enjoy writing so much. I could do it all day. I'm sure that isn't much of a shock, considering I keep journals, blogs, and the like. We also have a blog for my travel writing class. It's where we post our essays and whatnot. Here's the link, if you'd like to check it out: http://kheckelprague.wordpress.com/ My film class would be a lot less agonizing if it weren't at 9:00 AM. The room we're currently in isn't necessarily equipped for movie-watching, in my opinion. There's always a glare from the sun, not to mention the fact that the films aren't in color, which makes it even more difficult to focus on when you're running on five hours of sleep. I wish our film class went on more field trips like we do in my travel writing class.

The other day, our teacher took us to this renowned location called Petřín Hill. It was absolutely stunning. We took a train-like device up to the very top of the hill. Greeting us at the top was a miniature version of the Eiffel Tower, with a restaurant at the bottom.

It kind of just looks like a water tower. The picture doesn't do it justice. There was also this garden that a friend of mine and I found while looking for a nook to sit and write. Our assignment was to wander around Petřín Hill and write. How amazing is that? It's pretty amazing.

After walking around for about twenty minutes, people-watching, stumbling upon secret gardens, and finding rose garden after rose garden, we finally came upon the perfect spot. It was off the beaten path, but comforting nonetheless. I took a seat on the cobblestone sidewalk right next to a beautiful tree. I took my journal out of my backpack, opened to a new page, and looked in front of me. My jaw dropped as I discovered my view: the city of Prague. It was stunning. Orange and teal shingled-roofs peaked through the openings in the leaves from the trees, and you could hear the sounds of the city below mixing with the birds chirping all around you. It was like a mystical sight. Indescribable.

Aside from exploring and going to class, we've also had a sufficient amount of free time to do as we please. It's mainly at night, which isn't an issue. The routine has been to get dinner/drinks and just chat. Lucky for us, we have a pub in the basement of our dorms, which is cool. We went there the other night before venturing off to sleep. Did I mention that the beer is cheaper than the water? Because it is.

Here sits 28-33 CZK of goodness, which is equivalent to $1-$2 dollars. Does it get any better than this?

Prague has so much to offer, aside from beer, dumplings, and a wonderful view. I've learned so much since being here, and I still have three more weeks to go! I miss everyone at home like crazy (especially my mom, brother, and grandma). But I also miss my boyfriend, Jacob. Very much. It's quite difficult being in a beautiful city without that one, special person that you adore more than anything. It's especially painful, because everyone is so affectionate here.

I know I'll be home sooner than I realize. Chances are, I'll miss Prague like crazy. Actually, I know I will. But the important thing is that I have memories, pictures, and friends that I can take back with me. Luckily, the people I've been spending the majority of my time with actually got to UNO, with the exception of one or two.

So, while I'm here, I'm going to continue having fun, keeping up with my studies, and experiencing as much as I can (within reason, of course). Prague is a beautiful city with so much to offer, and I am very honored to be here.

With that being said, I'm off to do some homework. Class through Wednesday, and then off to Vienna, Austria for four days. Can't wait!

Na zdraví! a sbohem! Cheers and goodbye!

Na Zdraví!

Yesterday was a great day, despite the fact that Sarah and I overslept by not one, but two hours. Our alarms were set for 7:30, and we were out of bed promptly at 9:22. What a warm welcome to Prague - stress from oversleeping. Haha.

We rushed downstairs to grab breakfast, which threw us both for a loop. Now, as Americans, we fantasize about scrambled eggs, toast, and sausage for breakfast. Well, I know I do at least. Much to our surprise, none of the sort was present. Instead of scrambled eggs, they had boiled. Instead of toast, they had baguettes. Instead of sausage, they had chopped up hot dogs..... in what looked to be barbecue sauce...? It was weird. They don't even have normal cereal! They have like.. Coco Puffs, but the Czech version.

So anyway, we meticulously ate breakfast, being very picky Americans. They saw right through us, I'm sure. And by "they", I mean everyone else in the dining area. Haha.

We had orientation yesterday morning. Kicking off the day right with a nice, thick packet of rules and regulations. We got our class schedules, as well as the overall schedule for the trip, which excited me greatly. I always need to feel like I'm being productive, and now, I finally can.

After orientation, we went on a city tour with Miloš (Me-losh)! He's this seventy year old Czech man who speaks impeccable English, and walks faster than anything I had ever seen. He was so great. He took us all over Prague. We walked the Charles Bridge, visited monumental art pieces, and saw the Lennon Wall. Prague is amazing.

Later that night, we went to a banquet at a nice restaurant sitting on the river. Our table was overlooking the river, a bridge, and people in paddle boats. How romantic is that? It made me miss my boy back home. The waiters brought us wine, and we had a lovely toast before beginning our meal of delicious Czech food.

We met a new friend who joined us for dinner. He's from the Czech Republic and was very eager to teach us Czech phrases. We picked up our beer (which was practically forced into your possession by the staff - haha), and we made a toast. "Na Zdraví!" In Czech, that means "Cheers!" And then we sipped beer and wine for the remainder of the banquet.

After the banquet, we decided that calling it a night would be uncalled for, seeing that it was only 9:30 PM and we were in Prague. So our new dinner friend decided to be a tour guide. We walked over this bridge adjacent to the restaurant we dined at, and watched an unexpected fireworks display. We were standing on a bridge, over a river, watching fireworks, at night, in Prague. I still can't believe it happened. We walked around town for awhile and went into this pub. It almost seemed underground (literally), because you walk in from the street, but then you go down a flight of stairs. You find yourself "inside" of the pub, even though you look up and see the nighttime sky. It was beautiful. We sat around there for an hour or so and talked. There were dogs in this bar, too. Weird. Czech people are very sweet for letting doggies hang out in the pubs.... if only Americans could adopt this behavior, then, I believe, the world would know peace (hint of sarcasm).

After thanking our new Czech buddy, we took the Metro home. On the walk back to the dorms, we obviously stopped off at the corner market to pick up chips and cookies. Obviously. Then we called it a night and parted ways.

Yesterday was a much better day than Saturday. Things are starting to pick up here. I'm eager to see what today has in store for us. We're going to visit the Prague Castle. It should be beautiful. I still miss home, of course. I will for the remainder of the trip. I'll also continue to miss my loved ones like crazy, especially my boyfriend. But I know I'll be home soon, so I'm going to cherish my time here. Afterall, while in Prague, do as the Praguians (not a real world) do...

Na Zdraví! Cheers!

Stormy weather.

This post will probably be short, being that it is 1:10 AM and my alarm is set for 7:30.

So we finally arrived in Prague after a heated battle with the airlines, namely Lufthansa. Because of the delayed flight leaving D.C., we ended up arriving in Germany hours later than we planned, which resulted in us missing our flight to Prague. Five hour layover, new boarding passes, and hours of sleep lost later (does that make sense?), we're on a plane to Prague. We arrived around 7:00 PM, seven hours later than what we scheduled for. We checked into the dorms, met everyone at Pod Loubim (which is a pub across the street from our dorms), and began to settle into what will be our home for the next month.

We're having our orientation tomorrow, along with a city tour, which I am very excited for! We're also getting all dressed up and having a fancy dinner somewhere in Prague. I want to say we're going to a castle, but maybe that's Monday's trip. Nevertheless, it will be quite the experience, I'm sure. I'm excited to taste the wine. Prague wine. I actually bought a bottle today for 110 CZK, which is about $6.50 in American currency. The beer, on the other hand, is a lot different from Czech wine, I'm sure. First of all, it's a lot cheaper. An enormous mug of beer cost less than a small can of Coke. If that's not an incentive to start being a beer-drinker than I don't know what is. Lucky for me, I haven't acquired the taste for beer. I did order one today at dinner, though, along with the beef and dumplings. I forgot the official name for the dish. It was mediocre. Apparently, Czech people like their gravy with a side of strawberry preserves and whipped cream (I wish I was joking). Anyway, I'm hoping the food becomes slightly more appetizing and a little less heavy than this particular meal was.

The dorms are nice. Quaint, to say the least, and very European (go figure). There is no A/C, so we're at the weather's expense. Sarah and I have had the window open all evening, with the exception of five minutes ago when it decided to storm. It's hitting me that I'm sitting in Prague, blogging, while watching rain patter against my bedroom window. How cool is this? Pretty darn cool, if you ask me. I am, on the other hand, homesick. I miss home. I miss my family, and I miss my boy. I know I'll see them soon, but it just can't get here fast enough! I need patience. Or trpělivost as one of the locals might say around here. Speaking of locals, they're all very sweet so far! Nothing like the Germans we met in the airport. They didn't care for Americans very much. Or anyone for that matter.

But anyway, I'm calling it a night. Busy day tomorrow. Besides, I kind of haven't slept in roughly 36 hours, so it's about time I lay my head to rest.

Thinking of you, my cute love. And of course, I'm sending my love to all of my other precious people!

Trpělivost. We could all use a little.

Stranded in DC.

Currently sitting in the airport in Washington DC with my great friend, Sarah C. We're people-watching, laughing, and learning inappropriate phrases in Czech. Our flight out of DC to Frankfurt got delayed by nearly three hours. This means that we'll be arriving in Germany a lot later than we expected, which ultimately means we'll miss our connecting flight to Prague. This is not good. Is it strange that I'm looking at this in a positive light? We're growing. We're on our own, and we're dealing with this dilemma. I will say, however, that I am very grateful for the fact that neither one of us is alone.

The flight to DC wasn't so bad. It was a little choppy at times, and I managed to get twenty minutes of quality sleep. "Quality" to be taken very lightly, thanks to the cute British child sitting behind me. The cute, cranky, British child...

So yeah, that's about all I have right now. Just keeping this updated like I promised myself I would.

Despite our current predicament, I'm still very thankful to be here. This is going to be an amazing experience, and quite the journey. To everyone back at home, miluji tě.

I love you.

The Hunt for a Phrasebook.

Sometimes you forget that people speak other languages in other countries. I know I did. It also slipped my mind that people use other forms of currency as well. So, naturally, I began the search for a Czech phrasebook and ordered Czech Crowns from Capital One (which I will be picking up tomorrow afternoon)! The currency was not an issue to purchase/order, but I can't say the same for the phrasebook.

Question. Do people seem to think that there is no such thing as the Czech language? Better yet, do people in the Czech Republic even speak? According to Barnes & Noble and Books-a-Million, the two main places to purchase books, they don't. The International Travel section is kind of small anyway, so I can't necessarily blame them for not carrying all forms of international travel guidebooks and such. But when you have phrasebooks for German, Italian, Spanish, Polish, Greek, Japanese, Mandarin, Vietnamese, Dutch, French, etc., it becomes slightly discouraging when you can't find a single phrasebook in Czech. But only slightly.

After going to various bookstores in four cities (New Orleans, Lafayette, Mandeville, and Hammond), I finally resorted to ordering it from Amazon. $9 later, I have a Czech phrasebook, NO THANKS to any of the cities, bookstores, or other foreign languages I previously mentioned.

This beauty should be in on Wednesday. I can't wait. It's going to be my companion for the next month, and I'm going to treat it with the utmost respect, because Lord knows it nearly killed me to find.

How does one say "hallelujah" in Czech? I would know if I had a phrasebook on hand.

Aleluja!

Praise the Lord for Google.

Time flies.

I am notorious for babbling about how fast time goes. I know I can't be the only one who is this passionate about something they can't control. If I am, then I need to seek counseling. Immediately.

Honestly, though, where does the time go? If someone could answer this for me, I would greatly appreciate it. One day, it's May, and then you take a nap and wake up in late June. It's so strange. It borderlines bizarre, actually. Time is quite bizarre.

Yes, I created this blog to post about Prague and whatnot, but I'm entitled to a little rambling now and then. Besides, it will come full circle, I guarantee you. It'll all make sense in the end. Somehow.

In nine days, I will be sitting on a plane. A plane that is flying out of the country. I am so stinking nervous, it isn't even funny. This is no joke. I am nervous, but excited nonetheless! I've been on the Prague Summer Seminar's website reading stories and sifting through old pictures from previous summer trips. Cobblestone streets, hills full of bright, green grass, CASTLES. This place is going to blow my mind, I can guarantee you that. It's just surreal that it's almost here. I didn't think July 8th would ever get here, and now it's only nine days away.

Nine.

I can't even begin to describe how excited I am to see fresh faces. It's one of the things that I'm looking forward to the most. Sure, there will be people there that I know, but there will also be a large amount that I won't know. Who won't know me. They don't know me! It's kind of exciting. I like getting to know people anyway, so I'm also really looking forward to that. I also can't wait for our field trips that we have lined up, especially the four-day trip to Vienna. Ah, it's going to be so beautiful! I read that we break into different groups according to our classes and go explore certain parts of Vienna. Because I'm in an English class (Travel Writing), we get to go to a cafe (in Vienna) to read and write (in Vienna). Did I mention this will be in Vienna?

Gosh. Just thinking about walking around with a messenger bag full of tourist crap, my camera, and foreign currency excites me to no end. I haven't even arrived in Prague yet, but I already know that this trip will change my life. It's going to be so eye-opening, new, and completely and utterly different. It'll be a different world, and I can't wait to explore it.

Čas letí.

Time flies.

Don't sweat the small stuff.

My entire day was spent running all over the city with my wonderful mother finding items for my upcoming trip to Prague. I ordered my Czech Crowns, so I can purchase things like clothes, beer (only because I'll be legal), and you know, necessities like toothpaste and maybe food (that was a joke). Anyways! I ordered foreign currency for the first time in my life, and it made me feel like a champ. I also got picture messaging back on my phone, and for any of you who really know me, you know that this is a huge deal. So whip out those cell phones and send yours truly a picture, because I'll actually be able to see it this time!

I also found this beauty:

That's right. It's exactly what you think it is, or maybe it isn't. I'll tell you! It's my new owl passport cover! Yay! I was in this cutesy boutique with the most adorable clothes I have ever seen. I kept picking up random dresses and tops, holding them up to me, and asking my mom, "Does this make me look European?" Her reply, "Oh... um, yeah!" Then she'd laugh. Whatever! Then, I turned around, and this passport cover was staring me in the face. It wasn't this one exactly. The one I bought was yellow. But it was only $10, and I almost had a heart-attack, because I cherish owls more than I cherish my own life (joke number 2).

So far, this has been a glorious day, mainly because I got to spend some quality time with my mom, which rarely happens because of our schedules. Although it wasn't entirely stress free, I know it will be soon. Everything will work out accordingly. I'll just leave it to the big man upstairs (aka God).

I'm off to enjoy a lovely dinner with some lovely friends whom I haven't seen in ages, and of course, I'll be enjoying this passport cover with the sova on it. The what, you ask?

Sova!

Which obviously means "owl" in Czech. There's your word for the day. Enjoy!

Bring on the excitement!

I just got an email from my Travel Writing professor briefly talking about the course and encouraging us to begin our readings before we arrive in Prague (cough). My middle name is Procrastination. Does he not know this?

Anyway, the email really pumped me up about traveling abroad. I can't wait to get there and experience something different. I used to be so opposed to change, but as I'm getting older, I'm embracing it with open arms. Or arms wide open, if you're in the mood for Creed, which I am not, nor will I ever be. What I am in the mood for is learning, writing, exploring, mingling, walking, sightseeing, and indulging. I can't wait to try new things, meet new people, and wake up in the morning and seeing something other than New Orleans or Hammond. New Orleans, I love you, but there's more to the world than just you alone. As for you, Hammond, well, I've never really liked you anyway.

I know I'm not in Prague yet. I won't be there for another two weeks. As the date creeps closer and closer, I'll be gaining even more excitement, which, in turn, will result in blog posts. Maybe even some pictures or Czech words that, of course, I Googled. I'll be purchasing a phrase book sometime between now and July 8th when I leave. Cut me some slack...

I did learn how to say a word the other day, though! I found a phrase book in Barnes and Noble when I was spending a lovely evening with my wonderful boyfriend. The word is very important to me, as it should be to everyone. The world, as we know it, would not be the same without this one little word. This four letter word. Are you ready?

Káva!

And that, my friends, is how one would say "coffee" if you fancied speaking in Czech. You're welcome.

The Countdown:

In seventeen days, I will be sitting on a plane heading to Prague. Yes, I am leaving the country for one month, and yes I am writing about it! I figure, why not, right? Why not write about my glorious adventures in a far away land? I guess.

I am very excited to be studying abroad. I had a difficult time deciding whether or not I wanted to go, and then I had an epiphany and realized life is way short, so I’m going to seize the moment. I’m leaving the states for a month and gracing the Czech Republic with my glorious, sarcastic self. Can’t wait!

So, why Prague? I don’t really know. Why not Prague? The only other summer study abroad programs that were available, that I’m aware of, were Costa Rica (no thanks) and France (maybe in the future). Besides, Prague’s classes seemed a hell of a lot cooler than the other ones I came across. I’m taking a Travel Writing class, which I am itching to start! I can’t wait to blog about all of my wonderful experiences and share them with my friends and family back home. I’m also taking a class on European film. I’ve been told this means I’ll most likely probably definitely be seeing boobs and/or the occasional sex scene or two. Great. Anyways! I’m excited.

I can’t wait to submerge myself in another country’s culture. I am so very excited. I can’t wait to learn cool, Czech phrases and take pretty pictures. Hopefully they have super-awesome clothes there, because I am ready to shop. Then again, I’m a girl, and I’m pretty sure we’re all genetically programmed to actually like shopping, BUT I could be wrong. What makes the thought of living in Prague for an entire month even more appealing is that one of my great friends is also going! Plus we’re taking the same classes and rooming together. Can you say awesome? I can! In Czech!

Děsivý!

Yeah, I just Googled that. Whatever…. Anyway, I’ll be updating this as often as I’m able, so for any of you who actually read this, enjoy!