Clouds are rolling, the blue sky is as flat as a lake, and the breeze is as soft as mist to the face. For a split second, my surroundings do not differ any from my Nebraskan home counterpart. However, one look at the streets, and I know that I am far from my home--far far from my home. Life here is a bustling hub of on-the-go action. The research I did, prior to my arrival, was an understatement of what I have now witnessed. The personalities of the people can vary as much as the terrain on the moon can. One person could be the kindest saint, and then the next could be a total witch. Just like the moon--you never know when you will suddenly find that deep, dark spot. For instance, the waiter, at a bar I went to, was incredibly vibrant. He was hustling here and there, asking us constantly if the goods were satisfactory, and, all around, giving us a pleasurable experience at a really nice bar. On the other hand, upon my return to the hostel this evening, I asked the front desk clerk if I could have a simple glass of ice. She glared at me and just turned around and walked away. I have noticed that some of the people here can be incredibly rude to us. The research and readings stated that it could be so due to their viewpoint of us being "stupid, ugly Americans." At first, I thought that a bit extreme, and perhaps even an exaggeration. However, upon a mere 36 hours of residence, I see that to be pretty accurate. As for the events, in which I took part in, I saw and did so much. I walked along a street running parallel to the tram, and I hit a few of the shops. I even completed a few more transactions in this foreign currency. I am getting the hang of this! The currency, itself, is really cool, and very different from the currency back home. After I returned, I ate lunch in the hostel bar, and took off sight-seeing. I saw all kinds of things, like populated parks, beggars, people rowing on the river, and ancient, amazing architecture. I tried to take as many photos as possible, but like I said before, the city of Prague is a go-go-go place. No time to stop for more than a few seconds. The beggars shouldn't have been a shock for such a big city, but it doesn't seem to matter for me. Anytime I see a beggar, I always feel shocked and wounded. On a lighter note, as I was walking about a particularly crowded square, I saw two statues, or so I thought. They were bright, golden people standing perfectly still. I had heard
-Anthony
Experience any foods you can't get in the states? What have you all bought so far?
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