I considered working that into this post better, but it didn’t happen. Just stating, I’ve been here fifteen hours, and I’m twenty minutes into researching job opportunities and master’s programs. You say “you’re kidding,” I say have you heard about the Prague Film School? Screenwriting is a course requirement.
Backing up. I’ve gotten into a routine. The first day in any city, I drop off my stuff, settle if I can, and walk. On days after night trains, when I’ve checked out of the hostel the previous day at ten and can’t check in on the current day until three, I throw my hair in a messy pony, wear sweatpants, carry a giant water bottle and walk with purpose. Then I pretend it just looks like I’m going to yoga class.
I take out my new map to determine if I should go left, right or straight from the hostel, then I put it away and it doesn’t come out again. What I lack in fashion sense I make up for in sense of direction. It usually involves walking across bridges and “stumbling” on castles.
I’ve been to some pretty neat places.
I’ve seen nothing as perfect as Prague. It’s beautiful. It’s whimsical. It was a Thursday, and I still saw them.
I walked, jaw-dropped, for hours today, considering how many nights I could stay here this time (probably five), when and could I come back, and why. Work? School? I have strong reasons to be home. That said, all you strong reasons can come with me. Anyone at home, just start packing. New life experience time. Ready, set… In 6-9 months, for 6-9 months?
I went out tonight, without my camera. I did the same loop around the city. Beautiful buildings, beautiful lights… And music? I followed the music. I thought about work and school, and wouldn’t it be fun to be in class again… And what did I stumble on, but Studentski Jarmark 2011.
The 2011 Student Fair.
Hundreds of university students holding cheap beers and wine were crowded up to a huge stage brightly lit in the courtyard of a massive cathedral. A ten-piece cover band entertained- saxophones, trumpets, harmonica, singers. I squeezed my way up fifteen feet from the stage, and spent the next hour there, listening and dancing with everyone. No one heard me talk, no one knew I wasn’t a student.
Prague is perfect.