It’s been a while since I last blogged and a lot has happened since then. I went to Barcelona, Paris with my parents, and Prague with a fever. When my parents came to visit they pointed out the fact that I seem to only blog about embarrassing things that happen to me. They also asked me to include them in my next blog post so here’s a shout out to them — hi Mom and Dad! But they’re right, I do blog about a lot of embarrassing things at my own expense. So to keep in line with my previous posts, I’ll be sure to throw in some embarrassing tidbits today.
Traveling with my parents was great — they paid for everything. Just kidding, it really was great for other reasons too. Like how my dad stopped to take a picture of my mom and I every five minutes. I’m not joking about this. We’d be waiting at a metro stop and he’d whip out his camera. After the second or third metro stop I began to act like I didn’t hear him and look the other way. Sorry, Dad, but metro stops are not that memorable. But all joking aside, we ate lots of yummy pastries, saw a lot of pretty art, and drank a lot of cappuccinos. It doesn’t get much better than that in the city of love.
Prague is a whole other story. The week prior to our weekend trip I was starting to feel run down and by the time we boarded the plane to Prague, I could feel the fever in my muscles. But I wasn’t going to let that stop me from seeing such an amazing city. So I toughed it out during the day and trekked through the 90 degree weather until I collapsed in my bunker bed at night. (It was also a bunk bed, but I referred to it as my bunker bed because it felt like we were sleeping in a bunker.) A sweltering hot (Prague doesn’t believe in air conditioning) bunker in which I shivered as I sweat out my fever. I’m painting a nice picture for you, aren’t I?
I slept on the first bed next to the door in the lower left-hand corner. Some of the guys were nice and handed me tissues — probably to get me to stop sniffling.