fragments
everyday i think of things to post here... and everyday i'm too lazy.
this city exhausts me. maybe it's still the jet lag (they say it takes one day for every hour of time change. but it's now been 7 days for my 7 hours, so i should be over it). i think it's just being a tourist. trying to fit in like i live here. trying to soak it all in and exercising my poetic brain muscles observing and thinking of metaphors and images and ways to describe this magical place. naps have become a daily occurance. but i think that's good. i've made a habit of napping in the afternoon when the city is most crowded with tourists, and enjoying it later in the day. that's been the goal at least.
it's cold and rainy here. low to mid 60's. the past 3 or 4 days it has rained in the morning/early afternoon. sometimes again in the evening. i wish it were warmer so i could make use of all the tank tops i brought. it's so hard to pack for a whole month. but i've discovered just like at some point i have to get over being a tourist in this city and using my map (i get lost everyday... it's fantastic) i also have to get over the rain. i have an umbrella. i won't melt. though wet flip flops are a trip... i've actually enjoyed walking around in the rain. the city is almost more beautiful that way. of course, i'm anxious to see sun this week. but i'm in prague. who cares if it's raining? my days are numbered and no small stitch in the weather is going to keep me from loving it.
ypsilon theatre is lovely. it's small, intimate, comfortable. only 9 plush rows and a balcony. folding chairs on the sides. table and chairs on stage. books for sale in the lobby. bar at the entrance. 3 nights a week we have readings there: two days of well-known published writers and one of students. we gather, bring our wine and beer into the theatre, and sink in for a relaxing literary evening. the 3 hours go by at just the right speed. the whole room smells like artistry, wine. during those times i feel least alone. like i'm a part of some perfect community of writers who understand exactly how to enjoy and appreciate one another. (dps, you would all love it. you should all be here).
and now that i've rambled on with these fragments of life in praha, it's time for my daily nap before dinner. i love how the pace of life in europe just floats by....
this city exhausts me. maybe it's still the jet lag (they say it takes one day for every hour of time change. but it's now been 7 days for my 7 hours, so i should be over it). i think it's just being a tourist. trying to fit in like i live here. trying to soak it all in and exercising my poetic brain muscles observing and thinking of metaphors and images and ways to describe this magical place. naps have become a daily occurance. but i think that's good. i've made a habit of napping in the afternoon when the city is most crowded with tourists, and enjoying it later in the day. that's been the goal at least.
it's cold and rainy here. low to mid 60's. the past 3 or 4 days it has rained in the morning/early afternoon. sometimes again in the evening. i wish it were warmer so i could make use of all the tank tops i brought. it's so hard to pack for a whole month. but i've discovered just like at some point i have to get over being a tourist in this city and using my map (i get lost everyday... it's fantastic) i also have to get over the rain. i have an umbrella. i won't melt. though wet flip flops are a trip... i've actually enjoyed walking around in the rain. the city is almost more beautiful that way. of course, i'm anxious to see sun this week. but i'm in prague. who cares if it's raining? my days are numbered and no small stitch in the weather is going to keep me from loving it.
ypsilon theatre is lovely. it's small, intimate, comfortable. only 9 plush rows and a balcony. folding chairs on the sides. table and chairs on stage. books for sale in the lobby. bar at the entrance. 3 nights a week we have readings there: two days of well-known published writers and one of students. we gather, bring our wine and beer into the theatre, and sink in for a relaxing literary evening. the 3 hours go by at just the right speed. the whole room smells like artistry, wine. during those times i feel least alone. like i'm a part of some perfect community of writers who understand exactly how to enjoy and appreciate one another. (dps, you would all love it. you should all be here).
and now that i've rambled on with these fragments of life in praha, it's time for my daily nap before dinner. i love how the pace of life in europe just floats by....
posted by KTB at
8:59 AM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home