Ok, so I am a bit late to catch on to the phenomenon of the blogosphere- because everyone knows that if it isn’t on the internet it didn’t occur and, more practically, because I’ve paid no respect to the timeline of this trip. Nearly two months have already passed since BritishAir Flight 0860 flew from LA to Prague on September 5, 2010. And I have already embarked on other journeys, short and long:

I paid respect to the heroes of once ashen Lidice and tasted the finest unpasteurized Pilsner from the icy tunnels of its brewery. In Norway with new friends, I toasted to a home cooked meal as we resurrected Hound Dog from our musical repertoires. And in Prague, I’ve hopscotched the numbered neighborhoods: I slide in socks down the hallways of our Kolej in Prague 6; Prague 1 has gifted me with symphonies, clock towers, and a vibrant nightlife; I’ve found peace of mind in yoga, vegetable soup at Kafka’s haunt, and the most cavernous bar in Prague 2; Prague 7 boasts club life and cabs home… And so without attending to chronological order (forgive me), I will post the doings that I do.. and thus my feeble memory can relax.