listen, all. I'm going to prague on friday. I just bought the ticket. this is maybe the most impulsive thing I've ever done and I'm excited and astonished all at once. I also spent the last two hours hanging out with my host family (loose term, he's 35, she's 31) and their friends, as we ate dinner at 10 pm, bottles of wine kept appearing, and they incessantly smoked cigarettes. could that have something to do with it?
my life here is such goodness. I am so thankful that I am spending my time doing what I am doing, even when all that is, is sleeping. in my bed, in a little parc off of champs elysée. whatever. that's the least exciting thing I do here (though I do seem to do an awful lot of it), and it still makes me incredibly happy.