Finals are over. Finally. Papers are done. Finally. Traveling Europe is done. Finally. The weather is beautiful. Finally. I have time to enjoy Prague for what its worth. To explore parts of the city that I have not explored thus far. And I will have a companion who is a wonderful adventurer.
On the plane ride to Barcelona I reflected upon my stay here in the Czech Republic. Here goes:
The end is near. One week left, of CET at least. What a long strange journey its been (Office reference). I feel like my time in Prague/Europe was well spent, living in Prague was definitely a good choice, except for the weather situation. It sounds cliche but I learned a lot about everything this semester. Really. I feel like I’ve been gone for years, but at the same time, where’d my time here go?
It went to poland, Czech Republic countryside, Slovakia, Austria, The Netherlands, Ireland, Great Britain, and Spain. It went to tram rides and metro stops. It went to friends, old and new. It went to beer and wine. It went to visitors. It went to food, buying and cooking. It went to the Office and Weeds. It went to jazz clubs and dancing. It went to cold rainy days. It went to photography and painting. It went to not having a job. It went to hang drying laundry and washing dishes. It went to sunny days and turning 21 in a place where it doesn’t matter. It went to hand rolled cigarettes (mom don’t freeak out, I won’t come home with this habit). It went to getting lost. It went to making new friends from all over the U.S. It went to the Czech Language (and now it won’t get any more of my time). It went to birthday celebrations. It went to classes and films in arthouse theaters. It went to communism and democracy. It went to coffee. It went to plane and train rides. It went to emails, letters, postcards and skype.
And most of all, it went to me. This was a time about me. Selfish, I know, but when else will I have that chance. The chance to frolic around Europe with wonderful new people or see fire works over the Charles Bridge with my family. Don’t ask what my favorite part of my experience was because I really can’t chose and don’t want to be forced to. I think my time in Prague was mostly spend being silly and at times a little ridiculous. But thats ok, because after all, I am only 21, I have the rest of my life to be serious. : )
