My days before Rome

Awesome picture I snapped when I wandered into a church.

So I leave for Rome in three days and I am so SO excited... except I just realized that I left one of two important pairs of jeans at "home" and didn't realize it until I got to the laundromat. Damn the laundry gods! But onto more important aka serious things:

Classes started last Tuesday and they're interesting, for lack of a better word. It's been a long time since I've taken classes with NO reference to business WHATSOEVER. But let's recap, shall we? Tuesdays I have a film class that concentrates on women film directors from Eastern Europe. We watched a film called "Daisies" and it left me feeling very uncomfortable. I guess there's debate over whether the film praises feminism or not, but... it was really odd. Really trippy and focuses on these two girls who value nothing in life. Not men, not food, not nature. But mostly not food. Clearly the part that bothered me the most (obviously).

I have two hours between my first and second class so I spent it at Bohemia Bagel, that haven for us American students, furiously scribbling my reaction to that movie. Then came time for Anthropology of the Image, a class I really dig. The professor took us to this exhibit called the Prinzhorn collection, which is named after the German art historian and psychiatrist who offered a new way to look at the artwork of his mentally ill patients. It was really fascinating. I'm not a big art person but I love that my classes open my eyes to things I otherwise would not have found on my own. High five! Should be a good class.

My third and final class is called Global Perspectives on Critical Education and it's... a little out there. Even for me. But I was told the professor is really interesting and I'm interested in education for the oppressed. And that's basically it. I have to show up for each 3 hour class and then I get to come home Wednesday evening and hang out until Tueday morning. Really.

From left to right : Adam, Jenn, Carrie, Me, and Jess at Al Capone's Wednesday night

This weekend was a little lonely because mostly everyone was out traveling. I decided I needed to get out of my cave (there really is no better name for it... wait, maybe prison cell?) so on Friday I went to the Sex Machines Museum because that's really the only kind of museum I could get through without having to leave early for a lunch break. It's sad, isn't it? It was a little overpriced but overall I was pretty interested the entire time. Before the museum I went out to lunch with one of my roommates and while the food was great, there were pitchers of FREE TAP WATER at all of the tables. It's the strange things that you really start missing. I also miss cold water, as something happened to our sink and now washing dishes also means braving second degree burns. But that is neither here nor there.

I went to go see Slumdog Millionaire Saturday night because a: it's cheaper here in Prague and b: I really didn't want to go out drinking - okay, I didn't have anyone to go drinking with. But Slumdog was totally fantastic and I'm still thinking about the awesome soundtrack. Go see it.

The weather is finally reaching the 40s and hopefully the sky will clear up ASAP. The gray weather really gets to you after a while. I find it kind of hard to leave and explore when napping sounds like such a better idea. Still, it will happen. There's still a lot of Prague left to see.

What Prague looks like on a nice day (Tyn Church)

And I finally booked my (bus) ticket to Paris. Oh yea, 14 hour bus ride... but it means seeing some besties in one of the most romantic cities in the world. I cannot wait to be classy in Paris. I imagine running down the streets, baguette in hand.

No, really. This is a picture that needs to be taken of me. Me. Running. In Paris. Baguette in tow.

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