Having looked through countless of my friends’ Facebook albums from their semesters abroad, a weekend trip to Prague seems to be one that most American college students take while spending a semester in Europe. When the opportunity to satisfy a stereotype arose, I naturally took it—not to mention that this trip would mark the 20th country I would have visited. I was especially excited for this trip, as I would not be traveling alone! “Prague with Easter” was the Facebook group, and I was so excited to see more and more people joining.

I’m not entirely sure how many people in total
came to Prague from HWR, but I spent most of my time with 6 other people from 4
different countries—the US, Brazil, Norway, and the Netherlands. While there were quite a few of us from the same university in Prague, I found it odd that we all ran into each other so frequently throughout our stay despite staying at different hostels throughout the city. Overall, we had a fantastic time despite
obstacles we faced with the hostel, location, and nightlife. (Berlin truly ruins nightlife in other
cities).
Upon arriving in Prague, I learned
that my hostel did not exist. Holding back panic-tears, I found free
wifi—something that is quite common in the city—and quickly booked another one.
The hostel turned out to be fantastic, and close to the city center! Meeting up
with the rest of the group at the Charles Bridge, we decided to go to the
largest nightclub in Central Europe—Karlovy Lazne. While it may be the biggest, it certainly
does not compare to anything in Berlin. The club seemed to be geared towards male tourists, as the club was 90% guys--the creepy kind. The club also had free wifi—which is actually unheard of. We gladly left
a little after 1 am—the time we leave to go out in Berlin.

The following day, we returned to
the castle, but this time, we could see the magnificent view of the old city
and river. After yet another traditional Czech meal, we explored the Hrad, and
after our photo shoot, we went back to the old city for dinner. By now it was Sunday, and we realized that
there was no point in trying to go out again, as both “weekend” nights were a
bit of a disappointment, so we headed back to the hostel with what was probably
the worst beer and wine any of us have ever unknowingly purchased.
On Monday, we gladly checked out of
our hostel, and headed for the city. One
of the guys and I stayed behind and got coffee and breakfast, while the others
went to see the John Lennon Wall. Over breakfast, I met a woman from New York
in the bathroom, who talked to me for probably 15 minutes about hair and
traveling.

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