dam si beton.

Beton. Sweet sweet Beton. Beton, if you are ordering a beverage in Prague anytime soon, is a drink that consists of Bekerohvka (a liqueur made of cinnamon, anise seed, and other things, perhaps a dash of prague magic) and tonic and 3 rounds of lemons. So very good. It makes me want to sit in a cafe and write and think about philosophy and listen to Charlotte Gainsbourg all day. Anyways, thats not why I'm writing this. My dive into academia has begun here in the Czech Republic and I'm quite excited. I'm taking a class called "Contemporary Jewish Religious Thought" and in it we're examining the why Judaism has become what it is today. My teacher, Professor Blaha is quite a character though. If you could imagine every stereotype of what you think a professor would be, he is all of them. He calls me Ms. Shelley and praises my scarves. Therefore, I love him most. Also, he wear suspenders. What could be better than suspenders, I ask you. And my answer is nothing. Nothing in this world is better than suspenders.

Moving along, more travels into the crazy Czech Republic have warranted more hilarious stories. Like Kutna Hora. Let that name bounce around in your brain for a while. There is a church in Kutna Hora made solely of bones. HUMAN bones. Whose bones you may ask? Well of course they were the bones of plague victims.

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Needless to say, I held my breath for a while.


Next up: New friends! A girl from Australia just moved in to my suite where once there lived a girl who we will always and forever refer to as Prom Queen Barbie, or PQB. PQB moved out because she decided the room was too small for here and therefore her hair would not be able to fit in the room. Oh well. New suite mate Mikela is awesome and with her come accessories! Like a rocking awesome accent and crazy sayings and fun new friends... There is Claire (don't worry Claire George, your worth far surpasses hers, you will not be replaced). and Nick (he replaces all Nicks in my life, sorry). They are loud and crazy and Kiwi's. Whilst in the Kolej, time seems to slip away and I've developed a habit of sitting up and talking to Mikela and her two friends into the wee hours of the morning. And by talking, I mean they ask me to verify every stereotype about the South and America. Its cool though because Nick asks the greatest questions like "So...do you live on a plantation?" Yes......


To whet your appetite for more blog postings, here's a picture of your favorite world traveller actin' a fool...



and another one...of my feet.