Today we went on a tour of Old Town and I got lost. Twice. The first time, Chantel and I got lost because we stopped to try to find shoes. Well, we found shoes, and Chantel paid 1650 Kc for a mediocre pair of black and gold Nikes. After we finished with the shoe shopping, we realized that we had lost the group. Now, I know this sounds like a “duh” moment-- you went shopping and the group didn’t stop, no shit, you’re lost. But it wasn’t like that. We really thought that the group was going to the Powder Tower. So we figured we’d just catch up with them at the Tower and things would be fine. But they didn’t go to the Powder Tower. In fact, we still don’t know where they went. But we do know that they at one point ended up in the Old Town Square, which is where we reunited. Chantel and I looked like dumbasses sprinting across this multi-century old cobble stone masterpiece of architecture, screaming “Rob! Dom!” but we couldn’t control ourselves. Being found truly is Amazing Grace.
The second time I got lost I was with Michael, our Praha guide extrodinare. It was my fault. I had to pee. So Michael spotted me 5 Kc and I was off to pay for the potty in McDonalds (which, ironically, has the cleanest restrooms in Praha). I did my business and came back out, found Michael, and we set off walking in the direction that we thought the tour guide had taken the rest of the group. Wrong, again. We were completely lost from the group. This time, though, I was lost with another tour guide, which made me feel much better than I felt when I was lost with Chantel. Michael and I walked around for about an hour and a half, then my feet just couldn’t take it anymore. Michael left me in Old Town Square to grab a bite (chocolate cake, 169 Kc, way, WAY over priced) while he went out in search of the group.
At 2:30, when I was supposed to meet Michael under the OTS Clock, I met up with Angela, Alana, and Laura. Fifteen minutes later, Michael came back and we told him that everyone had split up. Then the girls and I went and found a quaint little bakery cafe and had bagels with chicken and cheese for lunch. I also had some fresh squeezed orange juice which was super delicious. It was only about $6 (USD) which was nice. We were just finishing dessert when we found Dr. Bisha and Dr. Gresham. We encouraged them to take advantage of the good food and low prices, and they did.
After we finished eating, we went to the tourist information station and Dr. Bisha, Dr. Gresham, Angela, and Laura bought tickets to a symphony. I bet they’re going to have a good time. I decided to keep my 870 Kc ($50-$60 USD) for beer. Dr. Bisha laughed at this notion.
Next we were off to the Museum of Communism. There, I took a lot of pictures and got a lot of research done for my paper that has to be written some time in the next month. The paper is going to end up being a little bit different than I expected. The main focus of the paper is going to be about the reasons that one might write in an absurdist manner following the collapse of the confining rules of communism. I want to find a way to incorporate: “One death is a tragedy. One million deaths is a statistic.” (Josef Stalin) into my paper. I’m not sure how I’m going to do it. I think I have a lot of good ideas and information already, so we’ll see how it goes. I’m just hoping for motivation at this point. Speak to me, Praha!
We took the tram back from Old Town and now I’m sitting in my room, thinking about a shower and hoping that we have fun when we go out tonight. I’m sure we’ll find something interesting to do. Dom was talking about going to a bar and having another shot of absinth, but I think I’m going to abstain. We’ll just see how many beers they get in me before they suggest the absinth. Ha, abstaining from absinth... funny.
Anyway, I’m out. Kessi, signing off on day 2: Pace!
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