Remember from 2011:
The Czech Republic was one of my favorite countries because Praha is home of Mucha, Kafka, magnificient un-bombed buildings...and pure randomness.
At Kafka's home. I had just studied him in my world literature class, so I was quite stoked.
There were these cows everywhere painted in different ways. I've now seen this sort of thing all over the world now, so I'm not as impressed anymore. At the time, however, I took a gazillion photos. I'm leaving just this one because we ate a lot of happy cow cheese in Europe.
I think this is on the Charles Bridge.
So if you touch this, you are supposed to return to Praha.
Graves in the old Jewish ghetto. I remember going into a church and the whole interior was ringed with the painted names of Jewish people that had been killed.
This is supposed to represent Kafka somehow.
One of the greatest adventures of the trip was going to a "Weird Europe" suggested puppet shows in Prague. We followed a random guy into a random unfinished building, brought in spinach pizza, had our tickets taken by an actor zipping up his pants, stared aghast at the hand puppets floating around in the blacklight, and then getting doused on the way back to our hotel. That is just scratching the surface.
I loved this painting and wished I had bought it
I liked a boy who liked lupins, so I bought a lupin rock necklace. It was one of the very few things I bought (the necklace, two posters, a skirt, a dress that I wore to the Berlin symphony...I think that was it).
The street performers were the most random I've ever seen. Another fellow was "fishing" into a city grate.
A "drip" home that reminded me of drip sand castles my grandma and I would make at the beach
