After hours on a plane, and one very odd interaction with a pair of travelers on their way to happily ever after, I have reached my destination: the dorm room, Eastern Europe edition. It's small and boxy with a large rock that I can only assume is a bed. The shower is a glorified hose attached to the wall and we were issued a hot plate, which I can only assume arose from the ashes of some Soviet trash pile. But it's home :) I'll take pictures as soon as we unpack the clothes we forgot we brought and find a place for those giant suitcases. Oh, and grab a Praha beer. (Praha is Prague in Czech) I am quickly picking up the alphabet and trying to sound my way through the ads we flew by on a 5-speed minibus of doom. I hope I'll learn it quickly, as no one in the group seems to have any real knowledge of the language. Now, I really must take a shower. I don't know how long it's been since I showered, but I do know that I am a grubby monster and I am very ready to shampoo my hairz. (Which is possible due to my begging with my mother to let me bring my shampoo-- I slid in riiiiiiiight under the weight limit on my bag. I am by no means the worst, one of the girls simply paid the overweight fee and has a suitcase the size of, well, my dorm room.)
To all those following my blog, living in my blogosphere, or drunkenly clinking the links on my facebook page--get ready. This 6 week rant/diary/calendar/letter home is going to blow your mind. Or something.
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Emily
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Hurray! You're there! Can't wait to see pictures of everything. Have you had your first pivo yet?? love, mom
ReplyDeleteI just like to say "Prague Blog." I love the description of the room Em, it sounds exactly like you! -Bex
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