Praha 1, or Wherever Your Final Destination May Be

I'm here! I'm more discombobulated than a drunken elephant, but I made it. My luggage wasn't so fortunate - one of my two bags are still floating around Heathrow Airport somewhere. They promised to send it in on the next flight to Praha, but we're having a huge wind/rain storm here that's preventing any flights from coming in. The same winds that pushed my two planes in half an hour early are now stopping all the flights.

That said, I'm doing okay. I got to my apartment without mishap, and found four of my five roomates already there and sleeping off the jet lag. I joined them fairly soon after, but first needed to collect myself and explore my new space.

The apartment is very large, for only six people. Two single bedrooms, and two doubles that easily rival the size of the biggest Smith doubles. The kitchen has plenty of pots and pans, and the bathroom even has a standing shower as well as a tub! My only complaint would be that the building is old enough to be very drafty, and the high winds have been making our windows slam and clatter since we arrived.

"We" is what my dad would call "a buncha girrrrrrrrrrls." No crunchy Jewish queers in this group, but I did have a fascinating conversation with a kid from Wellesley about reclaiming body modification (tattoos in particular) in the name of Jewish political identity.

Dinner was with the head of our program at an italian/pizza place with surprisingly delicious thin-crust brick oven pizza. The director, Kim, said jet lag plus a huge storm plus a new city plus moving in plus plunging into Czech food would be a little much for one day.

And I found this internet in a shop up the road from my apartment. I do have to buy an orange juice or a coffee in order to get the free wi-fi, but it's worth it to be able to write to you all.

And apparently, the man who lives downstairs speaks fluent Hebrew. Go figure.