Prague is the most beautiful city in the world. Seriously. Walking through the streets feels like walking through disneyland, but its the real thing. Each building has a story. I had the opportunity to take part in a three hour walking tour today, lead by Z (We call him that because we cannot pronounce his name). He is an adorable grandpa-type guy with a thick czech accent and blue eyes. He calls me "Hanishka" which is obviously spelled wrong but apparently it is the czech name for Hannah. On our tour he spoke very quietly so we all have to lean in close.
"These buildings are very special. You might not care about architecture, but by the end of the semester, you will care a great deal. You are like puppies, and I will train you"
We walk to old town, passing Franz Kafka's house and the theatre where Mozart debuted. Most Czech people are atheist but there are a lot of churches.
My friend turned to me and said "Let's live here. Let's get an apartment". We mapped out where we would live ( a baby blue apartment overlooking the city), picked out where we would get coffee each morning, and found a seven story shoe store to spend our money in.
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