Let me start off this blog with announcing that I am adjusting to Prague culture very well. I am starting to speak to more locals in Czech, I remember to bring my own groceries bags to the local grocery store and market, I can help people navigate the metro, and my feet have finally adjusted to long city walks and uneven cobblestone. Generally, I am comfortable here. With that being said, something happened that made me very uncomfortable this past weekend; I caught someone trying to pick pocket me. Scary. Well, more awkward than scary. I was in a bar and some women started talking to me, distracting me, but she was rather odd so I just ignored her and when I turned around there was a man with his hands on the zippers of my bag. I didn't panic, I just kind of stared at him dumbfounded and walked away to find a larger group of my friends within the crowd. I am thankful that I didn't get anything stolen or threatened by the pick-pocketer but I am also glad that this happened. It raised my alerts again which is very crucial in any city, not just Prague.
Moving along, I was told this week by my Czech Language professor that my name is ugly. In class, everyone was translating their name into the Czech equivalent but Morgan has no equivalent and therefor is ugly. At least Morgan is easy to pronounce though, everyone knows the name thanks to my good friend Captain Morgan. I was quite surprised to know that for Czech people, my last name is rather difficult. If you have every seen Czech written out, you will notice there are a lot of accent marks above the letters. This is to show the reader where the emphasis is in the word. Well my last name doesn't have any accents so they can't pronounce it.
Within the last few days, I finally walked to the baby tower! It is literally 2 blocks away from me and it took me 2 weeks to get there.The tower is a very tall TV tower with a restaurant inside but I have no clue why there are babies on the tower. I know they were made by the famous Czech artist, David Černý, known for his provocative artwork. The tower itself, people used to hate due to the fact communists put it there and they destroyed part of centuries-old Jewish Cemetery but the babies make it tolerable.
One last update of this week, I FINALLY played with a dog! I stumbled upon the coolest bar, where you could rock climb and play games, and inside there was a young border collie named after the ever so beautiful actress Amy Adams. I sat on the dirty floor of a bar in Prague 3 for like an hour giving this dog a belly rub. Her owner did speak some English (if you can call it that) and was quite intoxicated but he let me play with his pup (free of charge- the homeless people with dogs ask for money if you pet their dogs) so he is a O-K in my book.
Moving along, I was told this week by my Czech Language professor that my name is ugly. In class, everyone was translating their name into the Czech equivalent but Morgan has no equivalent and therefor is ugly. At least Morgan is easy to pronounce though, everyone knows the name thanks to my good friend Captain Morgan. I was quite surprised to know that for Czech people, my last name is rather difficult. If you have every seen Czech written out, you will notice there are a lot of accent marks above the letters. This is to show the reader where the emphasis is in the word. Well my last name doesn't have any accents so they can't pronounce it.
Within the last few days, I finally walked to the baby tower! It is literally 2 blocks away from me and it took me 2 weeks to get there.The tower is a very tall TV tower with a restaurant inside but I have no clue why there are babies on the tower. I know they were made by the famous Czech artist, David Černý, known for his provocative artwork. The tower itself, people used to hate due to the fact communists put it there and they destroyed part of centuries-old Jewish Cemetery but the babies make it tolerable.
One last update of this week, I FINALLY played with a dog! I stumbled upon the coolest bar, where you could rock climb and play games, and inside there was a young border collie named after the ever so beautiful actress Amy Adams. I sat on the dirty floor of a bar in Prague 3 for like an hour giving this dog a belly rub. Her owner did speak some English (if you can call it that) and was quite intoxicated but he let me play with his pup (free of charge- the homeless people with dogs ask for money if you pet their dogs) so he is a O-K in my book.