A Quarter of a Century

Petrin Hill on the left and Prague Castle on the right

Narodni Divadlo (National Theatre)

March was a pretty quiet month, filled with classes and job applications. In the beginning, my friend DR came to visit, after our trip in Vienna, when we went ice skating. But the rest of the month was pretty uneventful. Still, one day stood out as being more meaningful than the rest: my birthday. Not just any birthday, either. My twenty-fifth.

Happy Easter!

Prague Castle

Of course, this meant that I had a few quarter-life crisis moments ("What am I doing with my life?" "Did I make the right choices?" "Will this degree get me a job in my field - do I even still want a job in my field?" "Am I crazy for living abroad? I miss out on so many things at home!" "What do I want out of the next 25 years?") And so on...

Vltava River, with Petrin Hill behind on the left and Prague Castle on the right.

Still, my birthday - March 26th - turned out to be a "bright, sunshining day" as the song goes, and I bought a grill to BBQ (I know, a vegetarian having a BBQ birthday, hahaha). My friends and I - all late - met at Stromovka Park, on the northern edge of Prague's downtown area. It's the only place within city limits where you're allowed to have an open flame - though I've sensed since that these kinds of rules are often meant to be bent or broken, apparently.

On Vitkov Hill

Inside St. Vitus Cathedral

We had a lovely picnic, and the weather was incredible - I was born in a snow storm when it was probably 20F, and this year I enjoyed 20C - gotta love March. After my friend MO took some of us to a pub in the area with a great Porter - my favorite kind of beer, in case you were curious. All in all, I was thrilled to be surrounded by great people. I feel so lucky to have traveled so much, and to still manage to find people everywhere who make me feel at home wherever I am. I don't need much more than that to keep my hope in humanity alive and well.

Old Town Easter Market

At the end of March and beginning of April, my travel buddy came to visit, too, and we enjoyed being tourists for a few days in a city that I'd come to take for granted in some ways. It was a wonderful reminder of how privileged I am to be living in such a beautiful place, with its unique history and stunning panoramic views. I didn't remember my camera on my birthday, but this post has photos from my sightseeing days at the end of March and beginning of April.

View of Prague from Vitkov Hill: Old Town is center, Petrin Hill is on the left, and Prague castle is on the right.

The third time really is the charm.

When I got back to Prague, I was thrilled to get an email telling me that my visa was FINALLY ready to be picked up. This meant that, instead of settling back into normal life, I would need to head to Vienna asap to pick it up. Coincidentally that same weekend, my friend DR was planning to be in Vienna before coming to visit me in Prague. So we made plans to meet up in Vienna, and I arranged to stay with my CouchSurfing friends, SK and JM, again.

Vienna

I took a bus that arrived in Vienna at 5am, and my appointment at the embassy was at 8:30am. Since I was exhausted from barely sleeping on the bus, and since it was still dark and I was alone, I decided to head to the only thing open: the metro. I got on the Green line, and decided to spend the time sleeping and riding the metro all the way to each end and back. People must have thought I was nuts. But it worked! I kept my backpack on my lap, crossed my arms over it, lay my head on my arms, and dozed. Then, after about 35 minutes, I would get off, switch to the other side of the tracks, get on the train in the other direction, and repeat. Pathetic? Maybe. Dangerous? Not as much as wandering the streets alone in the dark. And by 8:30 I was better rested and very ready to get my visa. After so many months of anticipation, frustration, fear, and anxiety, I walked out of the embassy holding my visa, grinning from ear-to-ear, and singing "Feeling Good," by Nina Simone. 

Strudel, yum!

I decided to hop on a random tram passing by to see where it would take me (I love doing this kind of thing when I have no time restrictions or travel limitations). Then I got off and walked by a little Farmer's Market (I don't know anymore if they attract me or if I attract them, but somehow I always find them). I got a yummy rhubarb strudel for breakfast, and meandered down the street, stopping here and there to check out cute shops or to take photos. Eventually I got to the Rathaus, where I'd been in December for the great Christmas Market. This time there were several ice rinks set up in front of it, and it was a great day for skating. I had plans to meet another friend, LP, downtown, so I didn't lace up, but I enjoyed just watching everyone having a great time.

An ice rink at the Rathaus

 LP had been traveling in Morocco for awhile, but we met in Prague because he was living there with is sister, MP, who is one of my closest friends from school here. LP and I grabbed brunch and caught up on life; it was amazing to hear his stories about Morocco, and made me push it up on my list of countries I hope to visit someday. After brunch we headed over to see some alternative sights in Vienna: the Hundertwasser house and the Hundertwasser museum. Artist Friedensreich Hundertwasser designed the house and the museum, rejecting "normal" architectural designs and assumptions. He employs color, uneven floors, and nature in his designs, striving to create more dynamic and livable spaces. The results are incredible; I would love to live in a place like this!

I didn't go in because I didn't want to pay, but even from the outside this toilet was worth seeing.

Behind the Museum

Under the Hundertwasserhaus

Later we met up with DR, SK and JM for dinner at a wine restaurant, and tried some Austrian wine; SK had first CouchSurfed at my apartment in Ithaca in 2007, and had introduced me to Austrian Riesling then, and years later he still remembered! For anyone who travels on a regular basis, I cannot recommend CouchSurfing enough. I have met such wonderful people this way, and had great experiences thanks to taking the chance on a host or surfer. It's not for everyone, but if you're willing to put yourself out there, and f you are smart about using the site, the rewards are great!

Schloss Schonbrunn

 The next day DR and I headed off to sightsee a bit before heading back to Prague. I took her to Schloss Schonbrunn again, which I just adore, and with my visa in hand this time I was even happier to be there - unlike the first time when I sat in the gardens after being rejected and was afraid I might never be back. The second time I came was after my application was accepted, so I was hopeful but still unsure. This time I felt like I was on top of the world - or at least, high above Vienna.

That afternoon DR and I took the bus back to Prague. Later that weekend, since we had missed that chance in Vienna, we found an ice skating rink in Prague. I was shaky at first after so many years without practice, but after about 10 minutes I started to get used to it. I also attracted a weird little teenage admirer, who kept popping in front of me to say "boo" and poking me or pushing me as he skated by. I couldn't decide between being flattered or annoyed. And I was left wondering...do I look like I'm 15? I had to be about a decade older than him. But with skates on, I did feel like a kid again, in the best way :)

Me, skating (ish).

Eating my way through Paris

After leaving Italy, I took the bus up to Paris to see my friend AB, who has been living there for about a year now. When I arrived she was still at work, so I had brunch and caught up on news in a corner bistro. I love brunch, and the croque-monsieur I got was great, as was the atmosphere in the place.

The cute place where I got brunch.

 AB and I met in college, and used to have wine and cheese nights with our friends, so we were looking forward to catching up over some French wine and cheese! Luckily, just down the street from her place there were three stores in a row to suit our needs: 

Basically: "Cheese Shop" "Wines" "Bakery"

On Valentine's Day, AB and I found an adorable restaurant near her place. They had a special menu for the night, and the atmosphere was great! French food isn't the most veg-friendly, but I took the lack of options as an opportunity to push myself to try something new! So I ordered fish! It was pretty tasty, too :)

Valentine's Day Dinner

 The next day we walked around and saw some lovely sights...

Notre Dame

The Siene

 ...and went to the Marais neighborhood (4ème arrondissement), known for its past as the Jewish quarter, and more recently also for a growing LGBT scene. It is a very chic area, with lots of unique boutiques, cafes, bars, and restaurants.

A musical instrument shop we passed.

We were in search of great falafel, and planned to get some from a stand known for having the best in town; however, as we approached the stand it began to drizzle, so we decided on an indoor restaurant that also claimed to have amazing falafel - and it did!

My delicious vegetarian platter.

While I'm on the topic of great food, I was thrilled to be able to taste flaky and fresh French pastries. They melt in your mouth, no lie. Each morning I treated myself with at least one, usually brioche or pain-au-chocolat. Just thinking about it makes my mouth water...

Brioche!

Since I saw the Louvre and Musee d'Orsay, as well as other sights, when I came to Paris briefly in 2005, I wanted to see places I'd missed. AB recommended Sainte-Chapelle, and I'm glad I took her advice. The stained glass was absolutely stunning, and I spent a while just standing inside, appreciating the meticulous detailed beauty surrounding me.

Sainte-Chapelle

After leaving Sainte-Chapelle, I went across town to appreciate beauty's counterpart: love :) Near the Abbess metro station there's a wall of love, with "I love you" written in many languages. It's a great collage, and warmed my heart on a chilly day.

At the wall of love.

Just down the street I fell in love with a cafe where I got poached egg inside brioche (!) and a vanilla espresso. From my vantage point next to an upstairs window I also enjoyed a Parisian pastime - people watching.

The next day my travel buddy came to Paris and we did some more sightseeing while AB was at work. First we went to the Holocaust memorial, a creatively designed and somber place.

The Holocaust Memorial

The Memorial is behind Notre Dame, so we headed there next. In 2005 scaffolding had blocked part of the view from the front and side, and it was great to see the completed restoration.

At Notre Dame

Finally, we headed to the Eiffel Tower for sunset, and got to see the city lights flicker on across the city, for a spectacular night view. Plus, the tower itself lit up while we were on it, bathing everything in a warm glow. It was a fantastic way to end the evening, especially since it was my last night in Paris before heading back home to Prague.

On the Eiffel Tower

Oh right...I have a blog...

Spring flew by. I feel like I say that more and more about time in general as I get older. It's almost as if time and space are both distorted with age. I was recalling one of my first memories this week, of seeing 101 Dalmatians in the theater when I was about 4 years old. Several years later I had recurring nightmares of being in a gigantic dark room with a bright rectangle at the end, with huge walls rising up all around me, and a terrifying woman screaming at me from inside the rectangle. One day it clicked - it wasn't a nightmare, it was a memory. As a 4 year old going to the cinema for the first time I must have been completely overwhelmed by the size of the room, the aisles, the chairs, and the darkness aside from the huge screen. Add to that the blurring of reality and fantasy for young children and it is easy to see why Cruella seemed like such a real threat.
My point is, these days the cinema feels small and Cruella is just a (scary) cartoon. Just as the cinema has diminished, so has time. Back then movies seemed to go on for ages, and so did the days of the week and months of the year and so on. I kept waiting to be an adult. Now suddenly I look around and I am an adult, and time is whizzing by. It's not a bad thing, but it's my long-winded excuse for not updating this blog in months! 
So, as with the winter, I'll jump back in time and take a few days or weeks to add posts about what I was doing (it was a great season!) and to share photos of the experiences.
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In my last post I described the snow storm that hit when I was in Bologna, and I didn't have a chance to upload pictures then, so here are a few.

Ready to go for a ride?

This sign made me laugh :)

These were bike racks...

Bologna has some of the coolest graffiti I've ever seen, and is often political.

Took a day trip to Florence. Unlike the time I visited in 2005, this time I could actually SEE the Duomo without a mass of people  in front of it - and the same was true of the streets under my feet and every other sight I saw. 

Back in Bologna, some ice I wouldn't stand under! I imagined that they'd make great pretend swords or light-sabers...

The oddest thing is that I returned to Bologna in May and nature again was up to tricks, because something like 3-6 earthquakes (terremoti) hit in the week that I was visiting. Luckily no one I knew was hurt or affected, but it was devastating for the Emilia-Romagna region as well as Italy as a whole. My heart goes out to the victims and their families.
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So look forward to more posts coming soon to fill in all the blanks between February and July! A preview of what's to come: France and Austria in February, Prague in March and April, Greece and Italy in May, and Prague in June and July. Stay tuned! :)