Everything moves on… even the Lennon Wall. https://news.expats.cz/weekly-czech-news/pragues-john-lennon-wall-opens-with-new-murals-and-new-rules/
I’m quite sure this picture has appeared on here before (something I usually try to avoid in these Sunday posts), but this time it’s well worth it. Ten years on, this is something that sticks out about my time in Prague. To take a trip back to time to another trip back in time, click here.
Apparently it’s been seven years since I went back to Prague for House Hunters. Time flies.
I do miss the creative signs outside many shops in Prague. They exist here too, but none have quite this combo of fun.
This building looks like it belongs in a Wes Anderson movie. Someone tell him to get on that please.
On the night of January 7th, I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. The previous day had been my first day back to work after the Christmas break and it had also been the first day of getting into my new job. It was a rather fragmented day, and my mind was spinning.
I needed to sleep… the 8th would be my first really full day. I would leave the house at 7:30am and not get home until 8pm. I had several meetings scheduled, and a mental to-do list to get through in between them. I would start a new class in the evening and was running through my list of introductory activities, trying to decide which one I wanted to use on a new class that I had hardly any information about. What to do? Not sleep, that was for sure.
Alternating with these thoughts was another theme… 10 years ago on this same night, I was also not sleeping much. I was on a plane, and sleeping on planes is not one of my strong points. That was the night I flew from Chicago to Prague with plans to do a TEFL course and… not much else.
10 years ago. My god.
Since I wasn’t sleeping, I mentally drafted all sorts of brilliant things to say in this blog post that would wrap up the last decade. But because I wasn’t sleeping, I also spent the next few days alternately running around, learning way too many new names, trying my best to absorb piles of new information, and failing miserably at getting my body back into some sort of normal rhythm. Needless to say, whatever I mentally drafted has been lost, which is probably for the best… 2:30am brilliance can be pretty weird in the light of day.
My second original plan for this post was to have a picture from my first day in Prague, and one from now. Then, the Facebook “challenge” hit.
Okay, number 1: posting a picture of yourself from ten years ago and now is not a challenge. It’s clicking things on a computer, not performing surgery while blindfolded. Secondly, posting multiple versions of this “challenge” in an attempt to maximize the ‘ooooh, you haven’t aged a day’ comments is incredibly obnoxious.
It was, however, a neat comparison for me personally on how I have and have not changed. Clearly I haven’t changed much when it comes to saltiness/judgement.
Not the most flattering self-assessment in the world, but I strive for honesty here. *shrug*
On the other hand, all these years in Germany among people with a healthy distrust of social media immediately made me reach for my tinfoil hat, particularly after reading things like this Wired article. Ten years ago, I probably would’ve been all “fun! Why not?” Now? Hard pass. At least, not on FB. Or Twitter. Or the ‘gram.
But luckily, my blog is none of those places… it’s my own little space, and I still want to do it here. Not because of some viral bs challenge, but because these last ten years have been A CHALLENGE. Like, a real one.
January 9th, 2009 (no photos from the 8th… which given the long travel day is probably for the best). I was 25. I was in Europe with people I’d never met before, wandering through a city covered in snow.
The next ten years of challenges meant making friends and losing them. They meant missing births and deaths and feeling insanely guilty for my life choices. They meant plane tickets and trips to the foreign police and screwing up on insurances and asking for help and muddling my way through the bureaucratic maze that leads you to start considering yourself an immigrant.
They meant learning to appreciate red wine, and to celebrate any excuse to see somewhere new. They meant visitors and book exchanges and thousands of pictures that spread across continents. They meant abandoning the flared jean and embracing the legging (at least, in the comfort of my home… I still have limits).
January 8th, 2019. I am 35. I usually wear glasses now and I may still have one pair of flared jeans but those are regulated to garden work.
See? Here I am, enjoying Tchibo’s finest leggings and a hoodie (forever a hoodie person), in a very odd couch pose at the end of an incredibly long day.
The celebration consisted of leftover pasta, Sekt, and a very nice bottle of red from South Tyrol’s Elena Walch. BV even stopped at a bakery on the way home and got us two slices of Sachertorte to mark the occasion. Naturally the only classy viewing option for all of these delicious goodies was the season premier of The Bachelor. Because frankly, some things shouldn’t change.
It’s either been raining or snowing with nearly no break in the clouds for a week now, so I’m trying to remind myself that at some point, there will be light. No guarantees the view here in Franconia will be quite this dramatic, but not all places can be Kutná Hora.
Is a castle in Europe even a castle if it doesn’t have peacocks freely roaming the ground? Or alternatively, birds of prey barely tethered something where they could easily be reached by the public?
Why yes, we will climb this tower for a picture.
When visiting European castles, one doesn’t necessarily expect to see the king’s underthings hanging out to dry.
Unless of course, the castle includes an area that is set up as a stage for theatrical productions… in which case, all bets are off.