Until now, I’ve never spent more than 2 consecutive weeks in a foreign country. There’s this weird transition that happens somewhere between day 1 and day 33 where you stop feeling like a tourist, a foreigner or visitor and start feeling like a traveller, an expat and resident. This is a list of places that made Prague home for me… a guide to the spots that captured my heart and my days.
- My home for the month was more of a bed than a home, really, and I actually spent most of my first weeks in Prague avoiding it. Being in my apartment meant being on my own, and being on my own meant having to deal with all the thoughts/emotions running through my head and who the hell has time for that?! I didn’t want to deal with my emotions! Emotions are for losers! As the month wore on, however, my apartment (which a group of us affectionately named “Miley Cyrus” because we couldn’t pronounce it’s true title, Milešovská) became a place where I could binge-watch episodes of The Office without being judged, work on some watercolors or lettering, and nap Sundays away.
- Part of what you buy into during this whole Remote Year “thing” is an office space where we can go to get some work done. In Prague this space was K10 Coworking and let me tell you it was simply unreasonable. K10’s amenities included a back lawn/garden area, a chef who prepared DELICIOUS lunches every day, a sauna, an attic, and incredible networking events/parties. Oh and it also used to be the Danish Embassy so it looks like a mansion and I would like to move in tomorrow, please and thank you.
- Prague is a beer town and Pilsner Urquell is the singular owner of the entire city of Prague. The city also has this enigmatic thing called “football” and while were there a tournament called the “Euros” was in full swing. To immerse ourselves in the local culture we often found ourselves meeting at the local watering hole, the Riegrovy Sady Beer Garden. This place was our Mecca. Have you ever laughed so hard that your sides hurt the next morning, or danced so much you pull a muscle (or three)? I’ve done both those things at Riegrovy Sady. We cheered alongside the Czech, the Italian, the English and the French. It was here that a rowdy group of Scots once fed us Jägermeister shots until the world felt wobbly (and despite what Nick Fico may tell you I TOTALLY won the accent contest thankyouverymuch). It was here that Coach made me run up a really steep hill a bunch of times and here that I sang along to hip hop songs under an array of stars. We often watched the sun set from the hill and watched as the sky was painted in water colors. Things seemed to fall into place here.
- I never bothered with this tourist attraction during the day – we only spent time on Charles Bridge around 4:00am when the sun started to rise. The beauty of 4:00am is you encounter a bizarre mix of folks who have either been partying all night, went to bed early so they could rise even earlier, and asian people taking wedding pictures. It was magical. If you’d like to experience sunrise on Charles Bridge for yourself, take a look at my previous blog post.
- Etnosvet is where someone fed me pasta out of a wheel of Grana Padano and I knew then that my life was complete.
Zizkov Television Tower
- My very first night in Prague we took the elevator to the top and watched the sun set over the city. This tower is the tallest point in Prague and was conveniently located kitty corner to my apartment – meaning if I was ever lost or if my phone was dead I always knew how to get home. It also had statues of creepy babies crawling all over it. They don’t have faces. Classic Prague.
- The Czech liked the Eiffel Tower so much that they decided to build their own version and plop it on top of a really big hill. If you choose not to take a tram to the top of this hill you have to walk and it’s an adventure because in Prague they don’t really have those things called “paths.” When you get to the top of the hill your journey isn’t over, because then you have to walk up a billion steps (totally an accurate number) to get to the top of the tower itself. This is made a billion times harder by the fact that a field trip of 100 middle schoolers arrived at the same time as you. It’s all worth it though, because at the end you get to see this.
The Lennon Wall
- Read more about why the Lennon Wall meant so much to me in my previous blog post about Letting it all Be.
Literally anywhere people were blowing bubbles
- Because bubbles make everything magical.
Prague is a tourist town and I felt like there just wasn’t enough time to see every last inch of it. For me, Prague’s greatest lesson was confirmation that all those cheesy travel sayings really are true. People, not places, make you feel like home. Collecting experiences is way better than collecting things. I’m on this journey and I have no idea what the destination really is. IT’S CORNY BUT IT’S TRUUUUE! Prague taught me a lot about myself and what I want out of life and it also taught me that there really is such a thing as too much beer.
Peace out Prague, and Belgrade get ready because I’m a NEW WOMAN.