Recap of day 2

This post is being written a few hours after I posted my first one.

Me and Mark, who it turns out is a “Dead Head” (Big Grateful Dead fan to you unhip cats) and really likes Phish so he can’t be a bad guy, went and got registered for our rooms this morning. Once again the lady at registration spoke zero english, and Mark and mine’s Czech is very limited. Finally and rather painlessly that all got settled and I was issued a different room. As I presumed this was a fun fiasco. Turns out the room I was supposed to live in was full but no one told the registrar that, I didn’t have to move. Thankfully, the lady at the front desk spoke German! I knew that would come in handy here. I was very proud of myself and all the women helping me were smiling watching me stumble through my German. It also felt awesome to be able to communicate with them, we totes bonded.

Me and Mark then met up with the two girls from Hong Kong, went to the post office so they could send a massive 1000Kc package home and then hit the tram to Prague 1. I followed them to their building, then back tracked to mine. I met my advisor who was very helpful, ran into Mark on my way back to meet him at his building, and followed him and his group to get our ID cards.

Then….I met more people. All very friendly, a Spanish girl, a Ukrainian girl, two more American girls, a Cunuck and possibly more, I forgot. Anywho, we all ventured to the mall where we got cell phones, exchanged numbers then me and Mark went and ate at the food court with some girls. Had some chicken tiki masala, it was good.

On to a more interesting topic.

My roommate has just arrived. He doesn’t speak much English, is 25, studies law, and gave me a lecture about locking the door all the time. Who called it? He seems like a harmless dude, and maybe he’ll cut loose, or maybe I’ll make him cut loose. Either way, he’s in for quite the semester, and I think I am too. (Never mind I just saw his bible that wasn’t there before in a plastic bag, I’m fucked)

As I was saying before. Ate some food, then Mark, a Romanian named Liza and I wandered around Prague for a few hours. Save for standing at one of the many bridges looking towards Hradčany, I never really got to soak it all in, it was all so overwhelming I kind of just had tunnel vision the whole time. My dogs were barking all day and my backpack was only getting heavier, so we popped into a café, chilled, all hopped on the interweb and then caught the tram home.

Expect these blog posts to get shorter but since I have no internet and few friends on the floor I have nothing better to do than journal.

3 of my friends ventured off to a party which sounded far too complicated to get too for me so I decided to hang around here and try and make friends.

There is a pub connected to our dorm and I figured it would be worth czeching out. So I wandered down yonder had a few beers and attempted to read some Flannery O’Conner. Andre Perry was a liar when he said drinking and reading go together. I couldn’t focus and wussed out on talking to the kids playing Magic cards across from me. Thankfully, each beer was less than a dollar so after quickly drinking my fill I wandered back only to get jumped by a very eccentric Slovak named Richard who was eagerly interested in what I was reading.

The jist of our conversation covered his friend who lived in Ames, Joyce, Kafka, The Wizard of Oz and how Chara’s name when pronounced in English means the same as a line of cocaine in Slovak but when pronounced properly in Slovaka means “bad” in gypsy language. As quickly as the conversation started it ended and Richard ran off to make dinner at 10:30pm.

Oh yeah, you are allowed smoke in all the stairwells here. Makes me think back to stories of the Mayflower crew illegally smoking in their stairwells. Needless to say, Czechs are nuts.

Ps. If you could tell me what you want to write about more or to not write at all, let me know cause, I’m not sure how to blog and I don’t think anyone else does either