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Things have been crazy at Camp Prague. Independent project is finished, just in time for a thunderstorm warning AND the Czech Beer Festival! Supposedly the beer fest has it’s own currency, the “tolar”; 44 crowns to a tolar, and one tolar gets you a half-liter of the best beer in the world and possibly the universe.
The Bobina Chronicles: homegirl loooooves me. She comes and sits next to my bed, and sometimes under my bed. I have faced the frightening menace of small angry domesticated canines, and I have emerged triumphant.
The spring fashion has been getting ridiculous. Crocs, super-tight dresses, ill-fitting denim shorts, many polka dots, six-inch heels in the middle of the day. And men with the ubiquitous Prague hairdo, a single small bunch of dreadlocks protruding from the back of an otherwise buzzed head. What???
Went on another bike ride with my host dad. We had to ride up a really difficult hill but guess what was at the top of the hill? A pub! So beer is definitely a good addition to bike rides.
I’ve been noticing a lot of signs that have a noun followed by “jak má být,” which, turns out, means “as it should be.” Football as it should be. Etc.
Roughly a week left here, after which I will be going on a Eurail adventure with my friendo to Vienna, Munich, Berlin, Groningen and Amsterdam. After which I will be more than ready for BURLINGTON. Miss u, B-town.
