My right hand is frozen - but I must blog

So to update (not that there is a ton):

Because this weekend was a free weekend to check out the National Gallery exhibits (and I'm broke), I decided to go. I sacrificed going out last night (and I'm broke) to wake up at a decent hour and headed over to Veletržní palác to check out some modern art. The place is huge, I believe 7 floors, and I slowly but surely made my way to three of those floors. I got really hungry right before Picasso happened. I was really proud of myself, taking the 22 tram and then transferring to the 12, all the while reading some Kundera. This is what the place looked like:

I ended up running into the UMiami girls I met at breakfast today and upon realizing we were all at the same hunger point, we finished up the temporary exhibit and headed down the street to Bohemia Bagel. I was there a few days before and had no shame returning. It's the only place that will give you unlimited refills of American coffee (at least what I've found thus far) and they make burgers with lamb - my absolute favorite meat. Great lunch, though there was guilt felt afterwards. (read: I'm broke).

A nap and cereal ensued before waking up and heading over to U Maleho Glena for their live jazz jam session tonight. Didn't expect the 100czk admission charge but times are tough, and people need to make a living a suppose. Gin & Tonic/Vodka & Tonic were disappointing but passable... hey, I have to ring in classes positively somehow right?! I had a good time though, it's so refreshing spending time with intelligent girls who appreciate the arts and are totally cool with staying in every other night due to monetary limitations.

Czech intensive starts tomorrow - I'm excited to finally start learning the language of the people who look like Russians, but actually want nothing to do with them. Still, my ears still perk up when I do hear the rare case of Russian being spoken. Except the other day on the tram heading to meet up with Brian and Patricia (Cross Club isn't worth writing about, at least not yet - I didn't make it downstairs to dance... but I did have one TERRIBLE mojito), I heard two Russians speaking quite uh, crudely about a woman's nether regions. Even mother would have blushed hearing that.

I do love it here though, it's hard not to with so much beauty around. And it doesn't hurt seeing the Prague Castle every day on my way down the hill. Not sure if it's Petrin Hill, but I see that too. Ah, Europe.

S.