Farewell to my journey
(Written on December 18th)
I almost never came to Prague. “Serious doubts” doesn’t even begin to cover what I was feeling the days before my departure in August. I don’t think people realized just how clueless, alone, afraid, and uncertain I felt. I began to wonder if studying abroad was just too unattainable for me, and even considered attending Susquehanna during this fall semester, or taking the semester off. The night before I left was the worst. Words cannot describe what I was feeling that night. I was in a bed next to my parents, who I wouldn’t see for almost four months. I was about to fly on a plane for the first time within hours. I was going to be in Europe alone, and I was well aware of my inability to be outgoing and meet new people. And what if I hated Prague and felt that I made a poor decision? What if I wanted to go home within weeks? This is half of what was going on in my mind that night. And then, I flew.
I told my friends and family countless times that I wanted to go through my journey completely alone. My explanation for that was I felt like surrounding myself with people would distract me from what I wanted to accomplish. I certainly secluded myself a lot at the beginning, and I realize that now looking back. I remember sitting on Facebook and seeing how other people from my program were out gallivanting around Prague having the time of their lives, and I was sitting in my room looking out the window and thinking what I was missing out on. I blame this entirely on myself. I could have accepted offers to hang out, and I could have put myself out there and gotten to know people. What made it worse is that people from back home continually began to state how much fun I must be having, and how lucky I was. I didn’t feel that way. I felt isolated and anxious for some kind of change. Eventually, that change came. It was around October when I began to feel comfortable with myself, and I also began to get to know the people who would become my closest friends. These people changed me. They gave me confidence I didn’t know that I had, and I admired their boldness and zeal. Also, some of them had personalities or interests that I hadn’t clicked with before. Their faces are flashing in my mind right now, and it makes me smile. Saying good bye to everyone yesterday was nearly impossible. I owe so much of my self-discovery to these friends I made, and I hope more than anything that our paths can cross again someday.
There were three places I wanted to travel to more than anything during this semester: Versailles, Auschwitz, and Salzburg. Accomplishing all three is something I am so grateful for, because they really were dreams that came true. And then I sit back and think of how I got to touch the Berlin Wall, and see the Eiffel tower at night, and swim in a Turkish bath in Budapest, and shop at a Christmas market in Vienna, and spend time with Susquehanna friends at pubs in London. For the years to come I know that I will be reminded of these travels frequently. They have also inspired me to spend my life experiencing what the world has to offer. I’m already looking forward to my Australia trip in June of next year with the psychology and biology departments. Also, I’ve decided that my goal is to travel to Tokyo in the next five years. My European excursions of the past few months will always be special to me though. It was these journeys that lit the spark, and opened my eyes wider then they have ever been.
As much as I may have complained over the course of the semester how frustrating and unorganized CIEE could be, I still thank it for providing me with so many opportunities. I wouldn’t have gotten around to traveling throughout the Czech Republic, attended as many theater performances as I did, gotten the chance to explore Prague as in depth, and much more. Some of the professors I had the pleasure of being taught by are some of the individuals who I will miss the most. Plus I learned, an incredible amount of new information this semester, and I know that this will benefit me in my future studies and other aspects of my life. When I walked out of the study center for the last time on Thursday, it was difficult to think that I will never be in that building again. It was a haven for me.
I didn’t get to know my host family as much as I would have liked, but in a way I’m not surprised it turned out the way it did. Our schedules were completely opposite, and I was always away or out with friends on the weekends. I kept telling myself and others that I should have tried harder to get to know them, but then I realized that it is a two way street. Yes, I certainly could have tried to spend more time with them and made more of an effort in other ways, but at the same time, being a foreigner and living with another family is an intimidating experience. So, what I’m saying is that I believe we both could have tried harder to understand and accompany each other. Meeting Dagmar, my host sister, is something I will take away from that experience most of all. Even though we only spent a few days time together throughout the course of a four month period, I feel such a special friendship with her. We understand one another so well, and I have never seen someone with a spirit like hers before. She came home this weekend, and I got the chance to see her for the last time. I was struggling a lot with leaving and was also having a lot of issues with my flights. She stood by me throughout it all and provided me with so much positive energy. Dagmar also accompanied me to the airport this morning to help me sort some things out, before then seeing me off. As she was walking away from me, I realized just how thankful I was that I got the chance to know her.
The support that I received from everyone throughout my journey has been phenomenal. From reading my blogs and wishing me good luck on my travels, to sending me packages and cards and asking how I’m doing, people from back home have, in their own way, accompanied me throughout everything. Some of this support came as a surprise to me. For example, an aunt of mine whom I never deemed as very interested in my endeavor contacted me before I left for Prague to wish me good luck; she began to cry on the phone saying how she was proud of me and hoped I would stay safe. She also sent me cards throughout the semester on her own behalf. I don’t think she realized how much that meant to me. I’d especially like to thank my friends, whose constant advice and encouragement helped me beyond belief. From the very beginning they were supporting me, thanks to a letter that Steph had written to me that I was only allowed to open on the plane. I just reread that letter, and was reminded of how grateful I am to have the friends that I do. As always, my grandparents provided me with their constant love even though I was an ocean away, and I feel more support from my dad than I have ever felt before. Most importantly I would like to thank my mom. Although she may be the biggest worry-wart this world has ever seen, and has a personality that perfectly clashes against mine, it doesn’t stop her from being my rock. Being away from her for so long has made me realize how much I appreciate her over-bearing nature; I should be happy that I have a parent who cares about me as much as she does. My biggest hope for the future is that I can convince my family to travel together, even if it is only a state away. As I was seeing so many incredible things this semester, I was always thinking about how I wish they were there to experience it with me.
And then, there’s Praha. We didn’t get along sometimes, but in the end, this diamond in the rough made me one of its own. Even though I may have gotten constantly overwhelmed by language barriers and the Czechs very difficult to read façade, I’m so glad I chose the Czech Republic as my study abroad location. It is so underappreciated, thanks to all those lameeeee West European countries (jk ;]), and I urge people to inquire about what it has to offer. I’m going to miss eating honey cake on my way to school, seeing the children at the hospital, shocking Czechs by speaking in their native tongue, hearing the woman’s voice on the metro, paying just over a dollar a beer, being surrounded by incredible architecture, learning about such a unique history, and about 320582 other things. Most of all I’m going to miss living life to the fullest with everyone who made my semester what it was. I was at a teahouse last night with Dagmar, and I kept crying because I couldn’t believe it was over. But I was also crying because, I was just so happy.
I’m writing this entry at the Copenhagen airport, where I got stranded for a day thanks to flight delays. I was supposed to be home by now, but it turns out my homecoming will be tomorrow. I’ve had a lot of time to think about what has happened to me during this semester, and I keep thinking about one thing: I’m proud of myself. I never say that. I always think I can do better, and even if I do manage to accomplish something huge, I say it must have been luck or an accident. But I really am though, I am so proud of myself. For coming to Prague, for opening up and getting to know people, for trying new things, for seeing what I saw, for everything. I’m marveled by how happy I look in pictures these days, and how tidbits of optimism flow through me every now and then (and yes, that is a HUGE, HUGE deal). I feel like a much different person from what I came to Europe as, and I hope that I can continue to be this way when I return to the states. This whole experience meant much more than studying in another country. It meant giving me the zest in life that I was always missing.
James Baldwin, activist, writer, and playwright, spent a few years of his life living in Europe, particularly in Budapest and Paris. He would later write that these years were very difficult for him, mostly based on the strife that he faced because of his race. However, I also came across a statement of his that, within a few words, perfectly describes the last four months of my life: “I met a lot of people in Europe. I even encountered myself.”


erfectly because the same weekend I decided to go, my friend Sam also was in London, and we both stayed with Robin! I was very unsure about going to London, because as I mentioned before I felt very traveled out and thought I should have spent more weekends in Prague. However, just as with the Berlin trip, I felt so happy that I decided to go. I had gone the entire semester without seeing anyone who I had known, so it was refreshing to finally, after over three months, see familiar faces. It was incredible to hear about my friend’s journeys, and what they have experienced this semester. It made me realize that we will all go back to the states a little different from what we left as. I did the typical touristy London things, like visiting the palace and Big Ben. Robin took us to some amazing restaurants too, like this place that we devoted to chicken! I even got to see Les Miserables, a musical I had wanted to see again for quite a long time now. It was an incredible performance, and I felt so blessed that I got the opportunity to see it. Sam had come to London along with a few friends that she made from her program over the course of the semester, and they spent a lot of time with us. I had such a great time with them, and they only added to the list of incredible people who have met on my excursions over the course of these last few months. I seriously want to host a party in twenty years where all of the people I met can reunite, just s
o I can see them again. Other things I did in London consisted of buying luxurious cupcakes, buying some new clothes, visiting some really relaxing pubs, and seeing even more people from Susquehanna who are in London studying business. Although I might be very eerie about returning to America, I can say that I am still quite exciting to go back to Susquehanna. Seeing everyone that weekend made me excited to enroll in new courses, join new activities, and see the friends who I have missed so much.
couraged me to do it. I recently came into contact with Erica after many years, and told her that I was studying in Prague and visiting many places around Europe. She told me how even though no one else took me seriously and thought I would do it, she always knew deep down that I would. That means so much to me.
on. I felt ill all day, but other than that, it was a fantastic time. I get so amazed by how well people my age can cook. And also embarrassed since I can barely pull off a Poptart. Dinner with people from the program was such a great experience, and even though I couldn’t be with my family, I still felt very at home and warm. My family, however, did end up skyping me, which gave me the best of both worlds. I was able to introduce my friends to my family, and my mom was so happy for me that she, in her true form, began to cry. Typical. She worries so much about me, so I think it was just very comforting to see that I’m in good hands here.
be to live there someday. I love how it has both an urban and naturey feel to it. The cities don’t seem to be too bustling or overcrowded. The people seem welcoming. And, I also wouldn’t mind learning German. Actually, that is something that I have gotten really serious about. I decided freshmen year to take French as my foreign language requirement, but haven’t taken the second course yet. Even though I love listening to French being spoken in conversations, movies, songs, etc, I absolutely despise attempting to speak it. German, however, is a different story. I took German in high school and loved it, and traveling around Austria and Germany during the past two weeks has reminded me how much I enjoyed it. So that’s why I ended up switching my schedule for next semester two nights ago, and dropped French. I’ll be taking German my senior year, and although it might be risky to try to squeeze in two language classes into my last year of college, it’s something I think is necessary. I love that this whole experience is making me see a lot of things much clearer.
ienna. The four of us had a fantastic weekend, thanks to amazing weather, the beautiful landscapes, and the great people we met. In our hostel, we met Francie. Francie is an Australian who now spends her time traveling and running a hostel of her own in Olomouc, Czech Republic. Small world! She became our mentor that weekend, and I found her to be one of the most interesting people I have ever met. Hearing how established and happy she is, and all the traveling that she has gotten to do really inspired me. Also, it seems like Australia keeps popping up in my life! (I’ll be traveling around Australia in June 2011). In one of the pamphlets I read about Salzburg while I was there, it stated “It is as if the word ‘charming’ was created just for Salzburg!” I couldn’t agree more. It was extremely breathtaking, and the epitome of my perfect city. Seriously I want to move there someday, into one of those little towns nestled into the mountains and lakes. It was so surreal getting to accomplish one of my main goals, and it still seems so unreal to me that I actually went to Salzburg. I’m so happy I got to meet Jennie and Francie, and hope to see them, and all of the other fabulous individuals I’ve met over this semester, again someday.
ys who put bracelets on your arm “for free”, only to then badger you for money afterwards, are ruining the city. It is SUCH an amazing city that it makes me furious that all of these people have to taint it for me. It’s all about making money I guess, and although I’ve seen this in every city I’ve visited, it was most prominent and aggressive in Paris. Aggressive to the point I got slammed into a tree by a man who was angry at me because I wouldn’t give him money for a fake ring that he “found on the ground.” I didn’t get to experience Paris the way that I wanted, and I am so eager to go back someday and do everything I wanted to do. Paris isn’t a city you can accomplish in a weekend, believe me. I spent a full day in Versailles which, like going to Salzburg for The Sound of Music Tour, was a dream of mine that I wanted to accomplish. I’ve always been fascinated with Marie Antoinette, so walking in her footsteps on that day was just, incrrrrrrreedddible. I can’t even explain it, or explain how GORGEOUS Versailles is. It was my favorite part of that trip by far, and I could probably go into a 89 page blog about it. However, since it takes me a month to get the opportunity to write a 3 page blog, obviously that won’t be happening. Long story short, Paris is amazing if you spend more than three days there and are willing to look past all of the unfortunate individuals who are trying to sell it out. Just my opinion ya’ll.
ed with art. Art is EVERYWHERE. People live, eat, sleep, bath, in art. Art art art. And I loved every second of it. The history of Berlin is incredible, and we got to see things from where Hitler’s old office used to be, to the remaining parts of the Berlin Wall. Having the opportunity to visit the wall was, such the experience. Berlin decided to take advantage of the wall, and dozens of artists each took sections of the wall to display fascinating paintings. My friends and I walked alongside it for almost an hour enjoying all the artwork and taking everything in. It was just one of the numerous great times I had in Berlin last weekend. Wow, it really was just….amazing. Oh! We were also in the middle of a terrorist threat. We visited the German Parliament building (you MUST visit it if you ever go to Berlin) which, four hours beforehand, received warning that terrorists threatened to take hostages there. We ended up going anyways (for some reason?), and the whole time I felt so paranoid that something was going to happen. Luckily, nothing did. There is this vibe that Berlin has. It has sass, spunk, and warmness. I absolutely recommend it. On the way back to Prague, we stopped in Dresden for a few hours (where I ate at an Australian restaurant. See?! Australia again), and Germany impressed me yet again. Although it may be a small city, it is packed with gorgeous architecture, so much to do, and sosososo much more. If you ever visit Germany, make sure you visit both Dresden and Berlin. You won’t regret it. 
because of the transportation strikes. Surprisingly enough, I wasn’t that upset about the plans falling through. After midterms week being craycray, I was way too exhausted and in no mood to attempt conquering a city by myself. I enjoyed spending time in Prague this weekend, especially because this is my last full weekend here until I leave. I spent it by going to a clubs and cafes with friends (and a delicious Greek restaurant with my friend Anita), getting lost in the city, and mentally preparing myself for the last half of this surreal life I’m living. I felt completely relaxed and at ease this weekend, and that is exactly how I want to feel before heading into my final weeks here.
nted to be back in St. Marys at that moment with the rest of my family. I wanted to be sitting in my grandparent’s living room where I feel most secure.
ly took us a little over an hour, and we rode in style in a bus that was completely encompassed by a Pilsner Urquell advertisement. When myself and the other volunteers from CIEE arrived, there were around ten of us, we discovered that CIEE’s disorganization had struck again. The orphanage was completely unaware that we were supposed to volunteer that day. It was a mildly awkward introduction, since we were technically barging in on their day, but they were nice enough to let us stay with the kinds for around two hours. The orphanage was in a beautiful location (especially in the fall), nestled in the forest, secluded from the rest of the town, and has been taken over by Bieber Fever. The orphanage itself seemed to be doing a fantastic job taking care of the children, whose ages range from toddlers to teens. It was very organized, and the rooms they provide for the children were charming. We met the children after they were finished with school, and although they were shy at first, they quickly welcomed the handful of Americans that had randomly appeared. We first played in a playground in the woods, and then moved to the soccer field. My athletic abilities aren’t even
good enough for playing soccer with children, so I instead played tag, drew with chalk, and helped to keep track of the children. They were an absolute joy to be with, and the perfect motivator to help me want to learn more Czech. It was SO frustrating to have an adorable little boy babbling at you in Czech, and having absolutely no idea what he was saying, or how to respond. We all wished we could have stayed longer, but since they weren’t expecting us, they didn’t have much prepared for us to do. I ended up making it back to Prague in time to see Eat, Pray, Love at a movie theater with some other people in the program. The theater was spotless, had the most comfortable theater seats I’ve ever sat in, and was….just fabulous. The cost to get in? A little over six US dollars. Incredible. The only bizarre aspect to the theater, which I later found out is common in much of Europe, was having assigned seats.
spond to me. I then got an email from CIEE stating that “They had gotten an alarming email from the hospital that the kids and teachers were asking about where I was”. Long story short, I eventually got everything sorted out, and after receiving my show stopping t-shirt and hospital I.D., began to volunteer. I was told again and again that I would be working in the child’s surgery unit of the Thomayer Hospital, helping to teach the children English. I was naïve to assume “children” meant individuals up to around ten, because when I walked in my first day, I was faced with a bunch of teenagers. Due to a confidentiality document I signed with the hospital, I can’t say too much about the actual children. I volunteer every Tuesday, and go door to door in the child’s surgery unit. I spend about 15-20 minutes in each room, having a basic conversation with the kids (the oldest has been 17, and the youngest around 6-7). It’s required that they speak only in English to me, but sometimes to help them I’ll say a few words in Czech so they understand me better. We talk mostly about family life, hobbies, and our favorite things. Of course, I encounter other questions too, such as “Do you have Facebook?” and “Do you like Harry Potter?”
how young he is. Actually, my translator, Alexandra (who THE most cheerful Czech I have met thus far), told me that younger children seem to be better at English than those that are older. The reason is based on how children are taught English, which mostly comes in the forms of games and cute little jingles. Alexandra told me that when they start growing up, the children become less motivated to learn English, because who wants to be a teenager playing games about colors and singing a song about your favorite animal? The hospital staff doesn’t know much English, and always laugh at my lack of Czech language skills. However, when I leave, they always love to exclaim, “Bye Bye!”
ctober 8th, and after a few hours on the bus we stopped in Velkě Losiny. This city is known for the witch trials that took place in its mountains years ago. We were supposed to hike in these mountains, but didn’t have the opportunity to after all. I’m still really upset about that haha. Instead, we were taken to an exposition on witch hunts and trials. This place was, creepy. We were all given headphones, and this man with an ominous voice walked us through the typical doings of a witch hunt/trial. We got to see the torture devices that they used, and watch some clips that gave us a very descriptive history lesson on it. Let’s just say, I was glad when it was over. We then made our way to Olomouc, a city that I ended up adoring. Olomouc is known as being a college town these days, since there are a few popular universit
ies there. It’s also the baby version of Prague, and less touristy. We stayed in a hotel that had a communist vibe (aka: not the warmest place on Earth). One of the highlights of my weekend was seeing my homestay sister, Dagmar. She attends school in Olomouc, so I don’t get a chance to see her very often. When I discovered I’d be traveling to the town where she studies, she said we should meet up. On Friday night, Dagmar took me on a tour around Olomouc, and showed me where she attends school. We also had some incredible dessert, naturally. I really enjoyed spending time with Dagmar, and I wish I’d see her more. It’s likely the next time I’ll see her is in December right before I go back to America.
Přibor, which also meant a visit to the house of Sigmund Freud! I’m a psych nerd, so you can imagine I was anticipating this visit. Although Freud only lived in the house from birth until he was four or five, he still said it was those years that most influenced his life and career. To top of the visit, I bought a Sigmund Freud teacup. =] The ride back to Prague from Přibor was a great one, because we were on the road as dozens of planes were in the sky and the sun was setting. Whenever I leave Prague on the weekends, I now begin to get a little homesick.
people who were taken to Auschwitz at night time, following perhaps a similar route to the one we were taking. I couldn’t even imagine what that must have felt like, or what I would have done. We arrived early on Saturday morning, and I was immediately shocked by its location. The concentration camp was located not too far away from the center of a small town. I’ve always assumed it would have been located in some hidden area on the outskirts of a discrete, unknown location. Our tour guide was the granddaughter of two individuals who went through the Holocaust, and she was also the most amazing tour guide I’ve ever had. I’m not going to go into detail about my visit to Auschwitz, because it was an experience I want to keep to myself, and those I shared it with. I will say that for a decade I’ve came across the same picture of Auschwitz, taken from the railroad tracks, and focusing on the main building of Auschwitz II: Birkenau. I went into that building on Saturday, and looked out onto the camp. I never felt an emotion that was so heavy before. Our tour ended by our guide telling us that whenever we witness injustice, or extreme hate, to think of our experiences on that day. It’s something I’ll never forget.
interesting parts of the city, such as Shindler’s factory that helped to save hundreds of Jews during World War Two. I’m thankful I got the chance to travel to Poland, because it seems as though Western Europe always gets more attention. Eastern Europe surely has a lot to offer as well! On our last day in Poland, we went to a salt mine that was 54 stories below the surface. It. Was. Massive. A town full of people could have thrived in this mine, and there were restaurants, stores, a chapel, bodies of water, and a lot more. We also were able to lick the walls, which was really overwhelming (and I am a huge fan of salt, too). I bought a lot of bath salts too haha. I was extremely impressed with Poland, and if you ever get the chance to visit Krakow or Auschwitz, please do.
that I quit asking for help and just decided I’d save it for another day, which means I went through all my melodramatic distress for nothing. On the way back over the Charles Bridge, I decided to just go to the side and look out at the city. It looked like I was staring at a painting, and I can’t wait until autumn completely takes over here. It is going to be even more breathtaking, if that’s possible.
with caramel tea (and this is what you get when you don’t read the menu correctly). It turned out to be the best mistake I ever made, because this tea was..adjectiveless. Earlier on in the day, my Contemporary Czech Culture professor took us around an area of Prague called Florenc to analyze graffiti. I never looked at graffiti as an art form until recently, and it’s now something I appreciate. This professor, by the way, is one of the most interesting people I have ever been. All I have to say is, she left us that day, with her orange/red dyed hair, to hop on a plane to NYC so she can tour with her band. Enough said. I also went to a few clubs on Thursday night, and it was actually the first time I have experienced Prague nightlife. It was one of the best nights I’ve had in Praha. Last night, another professor of mine, who is a Rabbi, invited us over to his home for a Shabbat dinner. In order to get to his apartment, we had to ride this freeeakkky elevator. (I’ll leave a link to the elevator at the end of the entry). The evening went really well, and I’m looking forward to tomorrow when he takes us to a town in Prague called 
d we had a minor issue when one of our group members got their card stuck in the ATM machine, and had to leave it there. Thankfully, he handled the setback so well (I would have cried and screamed) and we continued on with our journey. Before arriving in Budapest, I felt like we were driving through the fields of Pennsylvania, and I got home sickness that lasted .7 seconds. Our bus dropped us off at a metro in Budapest, and we took out some cash, bought transportation tickets, and headed to our hostel. We had some difficulties getting there, but the people of Budapest were SO friendly. People were actually coming up to us and asking if we needed help (something we aren’t used to in Prague), and that was a trend the whole weekend. I was skeptical a
bout how the hostel situation would be since I never stayed in one before, but it proved me wrong. Our hostel had a team of friendly and helpful owners, and it felt like we were all staying in this cozy house together. We stayed with a few Germans, and also a Peace Corps member who had traveled to Budapest for her first marathon. We spent Friday afternoon and night exploring some of the city, eating at this traditional restaurant (I had gulash, and it was…amazing), and meeting up with some friends who were also there that weekend.
Budapest on a religious day. Our tour guides were so sweet, and we made some friends throughout that day (and also saw a German/Czech couple who were also on our bus the previous day, and would be where we were later that night. SO bizarre, but we loved them). After the tour we ate at this place called the Hummus Bar, and that’s where we met our friend Richard. Richard was a really friendly waiter at the restaurant who gave us all these tips and tricks for a weekend in Budapest (one such tip was to manipulate our transportation tickets so we didn’t have to buy new ones, which worked out until two of our friends got caught and had to pay a $35 fine). The food at the restaurant was so delicious, that I can honestly say I think it was the best meal I have ever had; I ordered the hummus plate with falafel, and got lemonade with mint leaves to drink. The meal was so great that we even went back the next day before we left, and also gave Richard our names. We are now friends with him on Facebook haha. The whole Richard situation made me laugh because in Eat, Pray, Love, a book by Elizabeth Gilbert, she meets this man in India who has a great impact on her life and calls him simply, “Richard from Texas”. I now can say that I have a “Richard from Hungary”. We relaxed a bit in the late afternoon, and then went to this music club that was built under a pond. It’s still surreal to me that I can legally drink in Europe, especially because I never drank in America. I’ve actually thought a lot about the law in the US, and I really think it needs to be rethought. Here I am in Europe with alcohol all
around me, and I am completely naïve towards it. I don’t know what is what, what to mix with what, what’s strong, what’s unsafe. I think it’s really important, if you’re going to be in a situation like I’m in, to research a bit before you go. Alcohol is treated with a much different mentality in Europe. It isn’t just thought of as, “Omg what a great way to get wasted and have a fun night”. It is just a way of life, and a part of culture. I really appreciate and respect how it’s viewed here (but don’t be fooled, I have definitely seen my fair share of drunk Europeans). After the club, I ended up having what would be one of the best nights of my life, because I went to a 16th century Hungarian thermal bath. Words cannot describe this place, and sadly I was not allowed to take pictures (you should google/bing/yahoo it though!). I have never felt more carefree, relaxed, and alive in my life. Here I am in this huge bath with all these people, and my friends and I are so in sync with one another. There were four smaller baths and one giant one, a heated pool, saunas, and steam rooms. The temperature of the hottest bath was 108 degrees! I spent almost three hours at the bath, and we ended up falling asleep around 4am. The city was lit up on the way home, it was raining, and I crossed a bridge that goes over the second longest river in Europe, the Danube. I feel like I’m in a dream sometimes.