The weather in Prague is more temperamental than...
...hah, my ability to update my blog.
So here we are once again, and I find myself compelled to post another Moosac rambling mostly due to the fact that one of the guys in the program here in Prague boasting his two-post-a-day blog. Not that this is a competition or anything, and not that if it were I'd totally beat Chris Donahoe if I even tried just a little!!! It's not that at all. I just feel I owe to... myself, I guess. I don't think anybody reads this but me. Even so, I'd like to one day look back at these posts and remember my fond time in Prague.
The students here that are in the history class are required to keep a journal of their experience here, and I've heard a number of them say things like "Well, even if it weren't mandatory, I'd probably do it anyway, it'd just be harder to keep up with." I feel I do share their sentiment. However, being the illustrious film major that I am, it's not imperative that I do so, and as a result you all have to put up with my (maybe) two posts a week.
And for all those people back in the states to whom I missed the chance to give Independence Day wishes, I hope you had a happy Fourth of July! Though that might sound strange coming from me, perhaps one of the least patriotic Americans. Just last night, I deliberately chose to sit in my room listening to music while a chorus of students in the kitchen started a ...beautiful... rendition of the American national anthem. Thinking about it, however, a lack of patriotism might not have been the only thing keeping me in my seat at that moment thanking the good Lord for headphones.
For today, however, the only task I must endure is finding a hostel/hotel in Paris. I hope to fly there the last weekend of the program to visit my good friend Jules who is studying there for the summer. I found a relatively cheap flight, which was nice, but in looking at Paris hostels, it became evident that (much more so than in America) there is a very direct, very dramatic correlation between the cost of a hostel and the apparent quality of the stay. Most of the ones I could find in my price range ran quite the gamut of failings. Whether it was a failure to provide linens (thus requiring me to go out and buy bedsheets that I would use only once), or a lack of indoor WC + shower facilities. Needless to say, it wasn't long before my search turned into one leading to hotel websites instead. It's a little more expensive, but I'd pay the price for a little cleanliness.
The weekend ahead will be filled with what I'm sure will be exciting adventures into Prague and attempts to cook in our less-than-adequate kitchen. I'll do my best to keep you posted.
Final thought: Left behind bobby pins and hair ties are not good for keeping my ego in check.