came in the afternoon. We went down in the lobby. I totally unfriendly. My whole being is infused with horror possible. We headed to the subway with phlegm.
Now. Until that moment I believed that the sharp cold front of the hotel to the airport and tried to be the only one that my poor body would have to get used to - we had already signed an agreement ed'altronde-Well ... I had to reopen the negotiations! .
And so the way my body felt metropolitan reasons. Above the escalators!
There was something of an exaggeration: as we have been able to plan the stairs so fast? How perfidy? Perversion or what?
got off the subway at namesti republiky (Piazza della Repubblica), we headed in Wenceslas Square, the center of New Town. Of course, to guide us were our dear professors: Professor G., who from then on there was more worthy of a look (he has cleverly deprived of his presence had not committed any crime or any infamy!), Professor V . with the mob followed the whole male (a sympathetic individual, but rather childish and libertine. Rightly, the rest comes by itself ...), Professor C. (The most wise, ironic group) and finally ... the lonely, mysterious, dark, but not at all charming G. vice principal, who came not as an escort. Inscrutable to the end, has to think ... (but I will talk about this later ... a mystery is still open).
drag us to the square with little enthusiasm. Many, meanwhile, immediately spotted the Hard Rock Cafe (place in the way it came from). Wenceslas square was filled with stalls from which they rose into the air smells sweet and sometimes crept into his nostrils the overwhelmingly strong smell of meat. Stalls like small homes, pleasing to the eye because of the color red of the roofs, which blunted the monotony of the gray surroundings. At the end of the broad avenue (to be defined because it is so, Piazza Wenceslas), stood the building of the "National Museum" in all its glory. For us it was only an object of contemplation ...
Fatigue was a sovereign, and I, F., M., D. We stood firm and Br to contemplate the void for a number of minutes. I had to be violently capacitance in a foreign land, panic took hold of me, therefore, for a text message from my brother, said distressed and sad "I want to go home. W Italy. "
This day was particularly ridiculous and not at all successful, in fact, once back at the hotel we close ourselves in our rooms, thinking of ourselves a little refreshment at least through dinner. Which, unfortunately, did not happen.
When it was time for dinner, we rushed down hopes, but what we found there disgusted and sinking deeper bitterness. The food of the hotel left much to be desired. The only things with which I filled the dish was meatballs. Pleasant, but in the long run nauseating.
Miss D., perhaps, felt full of pride in that moment, because, back up, full of himself and proud of his good sense, showing off his food (consisting of crackers and donuts to the wine), leaving gaze (but not negandoceli).
The night we spent the "whole". In
me and D. burning desire make a phone call to our beloved Professor A. Phone call that did not happen at the end .... Although Prague
not promise anything good, and despite my intentions to run away grotesque (such fantasies and remained at least until the end of the second day), I happily dozed off (of course, happiness given only by the opportunity to sleep).
D. never slept in our room (something of which he still regrets, and he regrets). On this night also
B. visited us, falling asleep with us.
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