Two weeks ago, I read Candice is visiting Europe. And since she's one of my favorite travel bloggers ever, I sort of withdrew the remainder of my savings and hitchhiked to Prague. Hi, I'm crazy!
Unfortunately schedules only allowed for one night of dinner & drinks (shout out to all the awesome bloggers & youtubers I had the pleasure to meet!) but it was still totally worth it.
You want to know what I spent the rest of my time doing?
NOTHING. And it was amazing.
After 4 weeks of hardcore adventure crazy cool badass backpacking in Ghana and ALL THE STORIES TO TELL, I realized there was also a different way I like traveling. Slow. And really relaxed. Like, to the point where people will probably judge me for it. My typical day looked something like this:
* Wake up around 10:30 or whenever, because I didn't care.
* Eat breakfast.
* Wander into town. Randomly explore neighborhoods that look touristically relevant on the map. Marvel at architecure that is TOO PRETTY FOR MY HEAD TO BEAR.
* Have coffee and cake in a cafe. Regain motivation to walk around. Decide that Prague is way too romantic for single people.
* Go back to hostel around 4.
* Nap. Have roommates return and think I never left the hostel.
* Wander around more around 6. Consider feeling bad for sleeping so much and doing so little but decide against it.
* Make dinner. Read. Daydream about awesome stuff. Fall asleep and nightdream about crazy stuff.
This I did that were outside of this schedule:
* Contemporary art exhibition. It featured a video exhibition that had explicit scenes containing carrots and mousse au chocolat. I am fucking traumatized.
|A much less shocking art installation at the Contemporary Art museum.|
* Run. Because I'm now at this point where "Meh, I have to go run" has become "WTF there is no way I'm not running today." Really, really contemplate the point of anything ever when you drag yourself up and down those hills because holy crap, there's not a single flat surface in all of Prague.
* Go out on the last night. Meet the wonderful Rebecca from Singapore and be randomly hit on by a Northern Irish bodybuilder whose accent you can't even begin to understand. Go to a lounge with Rebecca where the bartender mixes you a signature cocktail of his own creation because you want a special Gin drink. Best cocktail I ever had. Buy wasabi chips and pear cider and have a room party with Rebecca. Go back to Berlin the next day.
Tadaaah! I found out a lot about what I like on this trip. It was fantastic. It was relaxing and inspiring and something I did JUST FOR MYSELF. <3 <3 <3
I didn't check out a single monument. I still have no idea about Czech history and I haven't done one activity that had to do with Franz Kafka. Instead, I enjoyed the atmosphere of narrow streets in the Old Town, danced through the rain on my first evening there, and let my soul unwind a little.
And you know what?