Ajoh, Praha!

I write this post through an overwhelming amount of exhaustion and racing thoughts about the experience thus far. I can now attest to the fact that Prague is among the most beautiful cities in the world. I can walk past the same place half a dozen times and be awestruck just the same each and every time. It's a big city masked by a quaint town. This place is basically Epcot with more beer. Beer is one dollar. I repeat, beer is one dollar. 

But amidst the Pilsner and all the "PRETTY!," there has been one hell of an emotional roller coaster. I feel very overwhelmed by the experience, and as someone who has been so looking forward to this experience for so much of her life, that is a very difficult reality. I feel pressured to go out every night, drink too much, make friends, and see everything. But alas, I feel exhausted. I miss my parents, and my friends and most importantly my dog. I feel very much alone. I have no roommates and no suitemates to talk to since I'm the "lucky" girl who was rewarded an entire suite all to her very small self. However, I have met some really nice girls and I am hoping that in no time we will be just inseparable. 

And I definitely did not expect culture shock in such the traditional sense. Obviously, I am well aware that I do not speak Czech. Hell, I can't even pronounce it (so. many. consonants.). But I do feel a bit out of place. Today I was nearly dragged to a dungeon in a grocery store because I lost my receipt and they thought I shoplifted my groceries (and was carrying them out of the store in a plastic bag that YOU HAVE TO PAY FOR!). 

However, I can tell that I will like living here soon enough. It's beautiful. A fairy tale even. It's the kind of place where it's hard to believe that people actually live, working as accountants and lawyers and all kinds of other fancy shmancy executives. I just want to walk places, drink beer and eat fried cheese until I collapse at 8pm.