Wake up at 8:30am, scramble one egg, maybe make some instant coffee and out the door by 9. Plug in my earphones as I finish putting on my gloves, scarf, and down comforter jacket because waking up at 8 after being at the pub till 3 equals a very anti-social Kristy. Ride the tram 20 minutes into the city, get off near Starbucks, and arrive at this huge, gothic looking brass door as entrance to my University.
‘Ahoj’
‘dobry den’
‘cau’
Learn a little Czech and history of the beautiful city I can officially now call home. I figure two weeks is a sufficient amount of time to now truly consider myself a local. I mean I can say 'hi', 'how are you', 'I’m sorry', 'please', and 'I don’t speak Czech', definitely a local. I have a thirty minute break in between my three-hour long lectures so I hit up the local café, which is no longer going to be apart of my daily routine since I look at the money in my wallet at the end of the day and I realize I have mysteriously misplaced it all…
Fortunately I am inevitably one of the biggest dorks here so class flies by while I furiously try to soak up 2,000 years of history, art, politics, language, culture, and tradition in about three hours a week. But then I step outside and I get a different sort of history lesson. For example, I’m not sure if they even realize it themselves, but Czech people are incontestably in love with chocolate and value it almost as much as their beer. Thus I have strategically chosen the ‘coco café’ to be my adopted secret spot here in Prague. I walk in with my backpack and 50 layers, curl up on a couch in the back, open my book or reading for the afternoon, and order this hot chocolate snack thingy that deserves a sentence to itself in explanation. This hot chocolate isn’t the wimpy drink we think of in the states, it is straight up melted Godiva with hot strawberries and raspberries mixed in with a huge swirl of whip cream on the top and a rich yet fluffy aftertaste allowing the cocoa to penetrate the taste buds up to a couple minutes after you take a bite. This is my true home here in Prague. I can proudly say I already know the family that owns it and they recognize me. I am working on having a usual every time I come, which may result in a serious change of my body structure…but hey do as the Czech’s do right? If they love chocolate then so do I. That’s really the only reason why I’m doing, since as my little sis Lindsey knows I don’t even like chocolate; I’m just taking one for the team.
Every once in a while I check my phone out of pure habit because the Lord knows I have absolutely no one calling me or even knows my phone number, and if they do they are in the states and should not be calling me because it will probably end up costing them a fortune and a half, which they will end up resenting me for and end up right back at the beginning with not calling me.
A good three hours later I finish my chocolate elixir of the Gods and make my way back to the apartment. I take one of those two hours naps I told you about earlier and wake up just in time to go out again. Tonight it is a hockey game, yesterday was a jazz club, tomorrow will hopefully be this puppet show I really want to go to that is doing a rendition of Mozart’s Don Giovanni, which I find to be the cutest thing about Prague culture; they love Mozart and aren’t afraid to show it. There is an entire Mozart museum in the place where he stayed once while visiting an old friend. It is a big deal here. But alas I feel I’m gonna have to do some serious convincing for this one and figure out a way to make the puppet show sound cooler than it is if I’m gonna get any sort of backing from my roommates. Any suggestions?!!
This weekend we are castle hopping in the Czech countryside. I’ll let you know if it is as cool as it sounds… I’m just hoping for some more fun adventures and hot Czech men. But again, I’ll keep you posted.
Cau
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