Pink Street
Is the name of my street in Prague- “Ruzova Ulice” in Czech.
If our street was a city, our apartment would be its center. A mini CVS type shop sits across the street, three doors down from a quick and delicious Indian/Pakistani restaurant. A few steps from there is a quaint produce shop, and at the end of the street lies a non-stop mini-mart that seems to have everything the aforementioned places do not. There is even a hostel and a gym down the block.
Oh, and I guess I shouldn’t forget about the Erotic City sex shop next to the non-stop mini-mart.
But somehow we have managed to get out and see past our front door.
We’ve been to a five story club, a Czech Beatles cover band show, and an assortment of bars. However, none of these pale in comparison to our experience crashing a Czech prom. Its much like ours + parents, grandparents, whoever else, a bar, smoking, Grease the musical, and the macarena. In conclusion, highschool prom committees in the US have a long way to go.
Now, Vicks vapo-rub, tv, sleep. Czech aerobics instructors mean business-I’m wiped.
