Que Viva Espana

So I was in Spain for the World Cup win...pretty amazing? once in a lifetime experience? all of the above. I'm just happy I had my camera. Que Viva Espana.

Carnies

Long time no talk, y'all. That's what happens when you go to Europe and the internet is either non-existent or super slow.

But as promised, here are my photos from my final project in Praha. A little background info: In the 19th century this complex was built for some trade exhibition. Glass panels, colored lights, the whole deal. Then the commies came in and built a quite ugly ampitheatre behind it, I guess to entertain and spew propaganda. Now this complex is used as a tourist trap to showcase bad ballet among colored lights and huge fountains of water. But what's even more interesting than the dilapidated palace of industry and the commie auditorium is that the hated gypsies have set up camp, yes, literally camp behind all of this and run a ricketty amusement park. Even better is that they live behind it. At this complex, I found some of the creepiest people I've ever met in my live and at times was probably more scared for my live than I've been in a while. Because of course I had to at least ride that roller coaster--twice =)

But enjoy the fruits of my labors. The early mornings, the late nights, the evasion of the cops to get this undercover shots for you, my bloggers. haha.

Last night in Praha

So I definitely won't miss how rude the Czechs can be. I spent my entire afternoon, the one that was supposed to be spent in the Bohemian town of Kunta Hora, at the Czech post office. Because the Czechs take a 5 day weekend to commemorate democracy, and excuse for stealing our Fourth of July, no Fed-Ex, UPS, or DHL was open--the only places in the entire Czech Republic that carry big boxes to ship my suitcase. So instead, I had to divide my suitcase contents among 5 tiny boxes in the middle of the main post office. Oh, but that makes it sound easy. Several tellers were sending me on a wild goose chase to literally 5 different windows, as I'm trying to lug a suitcase, camping backpack, purse, another backpack and 4 boxes, not to mention some souvenirs that were quite big [I have to leave the description out, because one was for Becky, who hopefully reads my blog. You better love it, bitch!] I swear some do it for their own amusement. That communist work ethic still prevails. And to top it off, they yell, as if that's going to make you understand their ugly language any better. I'm sorry everyone walked all over you in the last century and merged you with the Slovaks and the gypsies, but it's not my fault. Be nice for a change. O by the way, the Hungarians have better goulash. Take that. lol.

Ok, now that that rant is over and done with, I have to say, I will miss Praha, but especially the Czech countryside. I'll miss watching the sun rise over the Vltava River, the sweet air of Moravia, the castles in Bohemia, the gypsy chasing, photographing the remnants of communism that still prevail, the fact that life moves slower, if at all on some days. And of course, the Moravian wine. I'm coming back even more of a wino and also a nutella fiend. Those are going to be expensive habits in the states. I'm also coming back the closest to a vegetarian I'll ever be, thanks to the Czech's strict diet of sausage and unseasoned hunks of meat. I don't know what I'm going to do without fried cheese.

My final project will hopefully be done soon, but for now enjoy photos from the group's last night in Prague, at the local billard bar. People seem to like to wear my glasses. I think one day I'll do a series of portraits on it, I already had three others before this.