Prague semi-finale

so i'm almost upon my one month anniversary of moving across the pond, and i guess life has just gone to show me that you can never expect what will happen next. i've overly lamented, cried, wailed and gnashed my teeth frankenstein style, but i'm still here. grad classes are unbelievably challenging, and short of carrying a dictionary to class and looking things up whilst my professor speaks, i'm hanging on by my shoelaces.

but i've discovered some previously forgotten lovely little cultural nuances. the british love everything on a sandwich ie. onion bhaji, hommous and cucumber, five cheeses with pickle on bread. then they put it in a little sandwich plastic indestructable-o box so you can carry it in your handbag with minimal squishing. delicious. i have also grown to appreciate bad bell ringing during monday night practices, instant coffee, flavoured everything crisps and things that should not be spelled with "u"s having u's in them again.

there are, of course, photos to come. elizabeth is ending her three-month european journey in lovely leamington spa this weekend so i'll make sure to sport my camera. in the meantime, i'm posting the rest of Prague including wonderful street performers, cathedrals, things written in czech and generally old buildings. oh, and the 200 Scottish men we found pregaming in the city centre one particularly sunny czech thursday. (wait, i lied the programme is not working tonight. those are what's yet to come...)