Chargers!

As I was on my way to class today, right as got off the tram, a guy walked by in a Chargers hat. Light blue, with a bolt on the front. It took a minute after I saw it to realize that it was weird, and that most Czechs aren't Chargers fans, but it was a nice reminder of home.

Nightlife

Okay guys, hang with me on this one, its a long one but I think it might be worth your while.

When I started this blog I wasn't really planning on sharing much about whatever nightlife I encountered, but the events of the last few days have convinced me that a blog was necessary. It all started when on a whim I decided to join a group of girls going to Prague to see Imogen Heap. So I booked my bus ticket and bought my concert ticket and was on my way. We watched an absolutely amazing concert by a very talented artist, who was at times a mere 5 feet away from us since we were that close to the stage. After the concert we got to meet her, then we wandered around Prague until our bus left at 5 am. Unfortunately since it was a Tuesday night, other than the clubs with the cover charges we didn't want to pay we had to go to casinos. Now Casinos are all over the place here and they're also bars, bars that are open 24 hours. So we sketchily hid out in these Casino bars for about 4 hours, eventually got on our bus, back to Brno by 9 am, and passed out until it was time to go out again.

Here's where it gets more interesting and less me bragging about Imogen, the International Students Club here hosts country presentations every wednesday where the various countries make traditional food and present about their country's history and what not. Then after everyone goes to Club Mandarin. Now basically every international student at Massaryk University is leaving the dorm we all live in at the same time to go to the exact same club. This results in a mass exodus. So, like the Jews out of Egypt we flock to the bus, where about 60 of us cram onto this already half full bus. So, imagine you are just an average czech citizen, on the bus at 10, and 60 drunk kids speaking about 15 different languages with about 30 different accents, none of whom speak czech get on your bus. Then to top it off halfway through the bus rid they all start singing, in beautiful voices of course, PIVO PROSIM, PIVO PROSIM, PIVO PROSIIIIIMMMMM (translated: BEER PLEASE, BEER PLEASE, BEER PLEEEAAASE). Well, some extremely fortunate Czechs get to experience that every Wednesday.

So, after fun and dancing everyone heads out in yet another mass exodus. This one though normally includes a stop at one of the many walk up food windows. This one being the hot dog one. Well, there's a sign over the hot dog stand that says "Po-Pa 8CK" with a picture of a hot dog (by the way for those of you doing the math, that would be less than 50 cents) so naturally for most of the time we've been here people have been ordering these "Po-Pas", because thats what the menu says...kinda. We've discovered the translation. Po would be the abbreviation for "Pondeli" or "Monday" and pa would be "Patek" aka "Friday". So, essentially they've been ordering Mon-Fris for about 3 weeks. Yet another way the language barrier makes life more difficult. Eventually the mass exodus ends back in Vinarska (the dorm) and life goes on (though not until the next afternoon of course).

First Week of Classes

I just finished my first week of classes here in the Czech Republic and have come away from the experience with a few enlightening tidbits of information. For example I learned that attendance is really optional, even for the professor. During the first half of the week I spent more time waiting for classes than actually in classes. Also, punctuality is not the most valued trait. My first class, the professor was about 10 minutes late, I soon learned that that was going to be pretty good. He went over the syllabus. End of class. Typical. Wednesday I had my next class. After traveling 45 minutes to get there, the prof never showed, I went and bought face paint so I could don my country colors at the party last night. Then this morning was the most productive, my prof for my first class was only 15 minutes late, we had a whole lecture, then my last class the professor was on time! I was a lucky member of the program to have the majority of my professors show up to class. Most of the program was out until 4 last night, a ton of people got up for the 8 am today, that prof must have had a late night too, he never showed, poor guys.

So long story short, the first week went well, and I don't think this semester will be too particularly taxing academically.

Also, on a quick side note, I have come to the realization that I will be living on pasta for most of my time here. Unfortunately, pasta sauce is not so common and pretty expensive. So as much as I enjoy the pasta with butter and garlic salt I've been eating, if anyone has any favorite things to put on pasta that don't come out of a can labeled Ragu I would sincerely appreciate you passing them along!

Grocery Shopping

Up until this point in time I never realized how important reading was to grocery shopping. I've been grocery shopping twice since I've been here and both times have been quite the adventure. What kind of cheese do you buy when you can't tell which is which, how about lunch meat, is it turkey, chicken, really bad ham? And milk. Is it whole, 2%, skim, soy? What if I was lactose-intolerant and needed soy, I couldn't read it and tell. Have you ever noticed how poorly labeled produce is. There was a row of apples, kiwis, and potatoes or some combination like that, all with dramatically different prices, but listed horizontally, while the row was vertical. Essentially, without knowing the czech words for the various produce you can't tell how much they were. Then I narrowly escaped buying shortening while trying to buy butter. To compound the fact I can't figure out what certain foods are, I have the added nuisance of having a limited kitchen. All we have is a fridge and hotplate. So, our ability to cook things are limited and when cooking instructions are in Czech, it makes figuring out what you can cook much harder. I bought some dumplings, they are the big Czech delicacy (aside from the beer which I also bought 500 mL for 50 cents) but have absolutely no idea how to cook them, much less if I even can without an oven. On top of all that, everything I buy I must be able to carry in my backpack on the tram back from the store. All in all this was an unforeseen complication to life, but weirdly enough I love it.

Shink.

This is my shink. Part shower. Part Sink.

A Few First Impressions

Dobre Den! I've been here in Brno for a few days now, unfortunately I've been without internet in my room until now. I finally have time to fill you all in on a few observations I've made about the Czech so far.

1. The Czechs are a surprisingly attractive bunch of people.

2. KFC either loves the Czech or Czech people love KFC, I'm not quite sure which is which but there are a ton of KFCs everywhere here.

3. Despite my finding out that my original assertion that there are no cognates in the czech language was wrong, I have found that Czech is possibly even harder than I expected.

I've been spending the last few days discovering these and many more interesting aspects of life in Brno, and I'm absolutely loving every minute of it. The program I'm in is amazing and I'm having so much fun with the other people. I've made friends with some pretty awesome Japanese people, I celebrated Lithuanian Independence Day with the lithuanians in the program, and I've even argued with a frenchman about politics. I feel like I've been running nonstop the last few days here trying to get everything taken care of, checking in with the police, buying more insurance, transport passes, registering for classes, going to my intensive czech class which is aptly named, it is intense. I've gotten a hang of the tram system, and after a few flaws with getting on the bus, I've managed that too. So, things are going swimmingly and I'll post again later!

Also, on a slight side note, this may be interesting to those of you who know what a clutz I am, which really should be anyone that's met me. On the tour of Brno today we were walking down the stairs at the tower in the cathedral and I managed to slip, go crashing down a few stairs, knock down a fellow member of my program and generally lose all sense of dignity. I survived and walked it off. So at the very end of the tour I was talking about how I'm such a clutz and I can't walk on ice to save my life. At which point I slipped on one of the patches of ice that line every street of Brno, and land on the same part of my ass I fell on in the tower. Suffice to say, I know have an impressive bruise on my hip/ass/thigh. JCXC, think that picture the volleyball team kept in the locker room. Everyone else, think an awful, very large bruise.

Ahoj!

Here We Go

Well this is it. Tomorrow I leave for the Czech Republic. My bags are packed, I have my visa, my boarding passes, my ipod is charged and I am ready to go. After months of planning, applying for the program, applying for my visa, picking classes and saying my final goodbyes, here I am, ready to start one of the great adventures of my life. And I couldn’t have planned a better last night with the family, watching the opening ceremonies of the Olympics. It was a great international moment that created a wonderful prologue to my semester abroad. So, here we go.