|letter from bohemia
||[Jul. 7th, 2008|02:16 am]
Spinning 45 Ballerina
there will be no pictures today, for this computer sux...
so, woke up in Prague, or at least at its outskirts. getting on the metro was a real pain, there was no ATM at the train station and therefore no way to pay for you're ticket if you didn't bring any Kc with you. a friendly american ended up paying for my ticket (witch was less then a dollar actually), and I'm very grateful. (when I asked the lady at the information desk about where to find an ATM, and I even mimed it to her, she just got angry at screamed "metro, down, metro, down!". I got where the metro was right away, thank you very much. I hate when people assume you are as stupid as they are.)
I went to a cafe, where I read until I could check in at my room. I was hoping to make friends today, but alas, (before they where all busy doing there own thing. So I went to the Mucha museum, (before that I'd already walked right into this building he designed, and is probably the most gouache thing I've ever seen. I love it!) wasn't aloud to take pictures in the museum, but I got a few of some sculptures and ornamentation's obviously crafted by him. It was a real experience, and the highlight of my day.
I'm going out to a cafe again now and to post some cards, and then I'm going to bed. Will I ever make friends, "question mark". (Can't figure out how to make one, don't checks ask questions, question mark.)
But now the weather changed, oh, what ever, I'll bring my umbrella ella ella.