1. Time with friends. Time that I took classes. Time to be a student at Karlova Univerzita.
2. Time with mom. Time to play tourist and tour guide.
3. Time by myself. Time to reflect. Time to spend writing in cafes and seeing what I have yet to see.
As I write this, I am already half done with Round 3, but due to my inability to update the blog in a timely manner, I must go back to Round 2. Fill you in on some of the details. ;]
Where to start....
Mom helped me through the rough patch that was my friends' departures. 'Twas an emotional day, but through a few pep-talks and some serious Christmas music listening, the world still seemed as bright.
Sunday, I dragged her to Unitaria with me for a service of Christmas music. We then joined Susan and Nancy for dinner at Kabul, an Afghani restaurant in the back streets of Prague, afterwards. We talked for a long time and I got to know these two women that I had only met a few weeks before. Nancy is an ex-Carthage professor that moved to Prague with her partner, Susan. Both women are from Chicago and have truly remarkable life stories. Dinner was a blast, and Susan and mom became quick friends over a common love: rocks..
Susan and I made plans for later that week to show Vyšehrad to mom and Susan's son, Jordan. Jordan was visiting for the Christmas season before returning to the states with Susan and Nancy. They had to return since their Schengen days were expiring and they are still waiting to hear about their visas. Good luck ladies!
Me, Susan, and Nancy at Unitaria!
Mom and I mostly wandered the city, despite the freezing cold conditions that we were hit with. We hit every single Christmas market possible and climbed to the top of the Old Town Hall tower.
Along with all of that, we spent a day exploring the Jewish Quarter. Moving from synagogue to synagogue, we tried to keep warm from the brutal weather.
I took mom past all the major parts of Prague: Lennon wall, Mala Strana, Communist monument, Staromestska, Vaclavske Namesti, etc.etc.etc.
We ate Palačinky and Trdelniky constantly. We watched the traditional dancers and singers in the Vánoce Trhy. We soaked up the sounds, smells, and overall soul of Prague.
And it was incredible.
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