Monday, May 23, 2011

Prague: One Point Five

After getting warm and nourished in Subway, we hiked our way up to the Prague Castle. By “hike” I actually mean “lots and and lots and lots of steps”. Once we got up there though, the view was fabulous.

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Castle Dealio:

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Inside the Castle was St. Vitus Cathedral. It was gorgeous, but a total tourist trap. It was pretty, but made me sad. I think that was kind of the theme of Prague, unfortunately.

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Good news though! When we came outside, there was a rainbow. (:
Also, on the way back down, we stopped at a little hole-in-the-wall bakery (literally) and got something warm to drink. Mis amigos got these cinnamon/sugar bread things called Trdelniks. They smelled lovely, and whatever caffeinated beverage I drank made me happy. We continued on our journey.

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It was right about here in our trip that we began to turn all the weird/awkward things about Prague into jokes. For example, Prague seemed to be really into nudity. Not in a classy artistic way, but in an unfortunately trashy way. I (with my usual tactful bluntness) pointed out how it was driving me crazy, to which Storm responded “Why is everything naked?!??! It’s a question that just needs to be asked, like ‘Why is all the rum gone???’” Also, there was this ridiculous sign everywhere. It makes absolutely zero sense.

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Eventually we wound up at the Lennon Wall. It’s a giant wall that is known for it’s graffiti. It started with Lennon lyrics and now is just a place for people to express their artistic (or not so artistic) selves. I made my mark on behalf of FUS and Regina Angelorum. (:

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We decided to go back to Our Lady Victorious to attend the Mass (in Spanish) that they were celebrating that night. We had some time to kill, so we stopped in a park. On the way there, I ran into a pole. No lie. I right into it. Good job Marriana. Very nice. Storm was kind enough to take note of the moment for me:

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The funniest thing that happened at the park was the slide. Storm dubbed it the “Sterility Slide” because of its dangerous nature. Good times…
After Mass we found a little restaurant to eat dinner in. Somehow, it ended up being the unofficial Franciscan University students place to be. We filled the place up, without even planning on it.

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We spent a good deal of time counting change and such for the bill, used the super-ghetto (European ghetto) bathrooms (For guys, this often means a hole in the ground. Ladies usually get a little bit of a better deal, but not by much.) and we headed out into the night to catch our bus. Prague is pretty by night, however sketchy it may be.

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This last picture pretty much sums up my Prague experience. See, we were walking through the streets of this beautiful city, trying to take in the night-scene as we rushed towards the pick-up point, and all of a sudden I heard Lady Gaga. No me gusta. I think that’s the best way to understand Prague. It is a beautiful place and I’m sure it had a wonderful culture at one point. However, it made the mistake of picking up the worst parts of the other cultures (especially ours) in this world. I was bummed that I spent the money to go, but after spending all these hours (yes, it’s taken hours) going through the memories, I can’t say I didn’t enjoy most of my time there. A huge thanks goes out to Emily, Mary, and Storm. Thanks for making Sketch-ville a good time.

It’s 2:45am. I must be nuts.

The End.