Let me first say that Prague is awesome. But my first experience with it was a little nutty. I actually don’t want to relay what happened there – it’s not that interesting, to be honest. But it was weird and I’d like to un-remember a chunk of it.
I know, that title was misleading, wasn’t it? You were hoping for a post about how I fucked up my trip to Prague, weren’t you? First of all, that makes you kind of a jerk, you know that, right? Second, it was a marketing experiment – I’m betting record page views, based on that title. Third, I actually am a little sorry to have mislead you. Please keep reading.
Here is what I want to tell you about Prague:
If you go there, to Prague, and you get off the train and instantly freak out about the language cuz it sounds totally insane to you, and then a bunch of other fucked up things happen and you start to think “Prague sucks I wanna go home,” STOP WHINING. Prague doesn’t suck, you do. Shut your dumb face and stop being a baby. Prague is awesome.
It has this:
And these guys, WTF:
You can look at this naked-lego-lady statue:
And walk down this fucking beautiful street:
And wander through this graveyard.
And sit on the river and stare at this insanity:
You can take a thousand pictures of a thousand beautiful things, and forget to put your memory card in your camera for half of them, and not even be mad about it because you had such a glorious time in this city.
And then you can buy yourself this little cookie because you deserve it for changing your shitty attitude about Prague.
But that’s not all you can do there.
You can also realize you want to be married again someday, and that you want exactly two kids who maybe speak French.
You can do all of these things, in Prague.
Or you can be a jerk and sit in your hostel and complain about how much you hate Prague. Up to you.