You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not...– Azar Nafisi
Prague never lets you go… this dear little mother has sharp claws.– Franz Kafka
Na shledanou, Praha
It’s been nearly a month now since I left Prague. There have been countless times that this blog has popped into my head since and I’ve felt this itch to write something, to say something, to make up for all the times I didn’t write and give some closure to all the times I did. It’s been nearly a month now, and while it remains unfinished business, I still don’t...
In 1997, a USC student wrote a letter from Prague →
I stumbled across it long before coming here, when I was looking at study abroad options last summer. To be completely honest, I didn’t believe it when I read it. The world he describes felt unreal, mystical. I was simply skeptical. I didn’t believe it but I was intrigued by it enough to choose Prague in the end. But now that I reflect on the whole decision-making process…...
When I go inside Sagrada Familia
thetimeistudiedabroad: My thoughts exactly. This life isn’t real life.
Prague's metro will come alive with music →
I live in the coolest city.
Twice a week, I walk up the longest escalator in...
nlovin: That counts for exercise, right? #nammiruyall
It's all English to me
Since coming here, I’ve found that us Americans very often get frustrated when people we encounter don’t speak a word of English. And yet, traveling so much lately — going from one country to another — has made me shed my frustration and instead replace it with a sense of awe? Respect? A tinge of appreciation? I don’t know, but it strikes me a little bit amazing that Europeans...