Week One; Classes and the Underground

Hello!

I’m back after what I believe has been a full week in Prague (my sense of time is still severely disturbed from the jet lag). I’ve moved into my apartment, embarrassed myself at the grocery store self-checkout, redeemed myself with a second visit, and even made friends with a handful of kids from around the city. My accommodations are in a cozy neighborhood in Prague 3, a youthful area buzzing with underground pubs, thrift stores, and an impressive collection of graffiti that seems to be refreshed daily. The locals’ schedules seem to revolve around staying out late and starting their day around 11 a.m., making it difficult to find an early breakfast, but the food is typically well worth the wait.

The ISA program leaders picked up about 30 of us at the Prague airport, dropping groups off at their apartments spread across every corner of the city. Some are living in the heart of downtown, flashy and expensive, while others are in Prague 7, known for its grungy punk scene that has yet to be touched by gentrification and tourism. As mentioned, Prague 3 is a sweet spot between the two extremes, offering plenty of excitement without breaking the bank or being overtly gimmicky. Upon my drop-off, I met my roommates, Jack and Joseph (Joe), two of the only participants in the program who don’t attend DU. Jack is from Los Angeles and studies in Boulder, CO, while Joe is from Ohio studying in Fort Collins at CSU. We quickly bonded over the comedically large, medieval key that opens our front door—one fitting to lower a castle gate over a moat.

Prague is exciting and dense. Each block seems to be outfitted with a kebab restaurant, at least two mini-markets, and a bar or two usually open until 2 or 3 in the morning. While the local adults are very modest and a bit cold, the younger folks and other students I’ve met are eager to socialize, hear about America, and share the customs and charms of their culture. There are a lot of baggy black clothes and accessories. Through my time at the local skateparks, I’ve formed a group of friends, each of whom skateboards but also has some sort of extracurricular passion. Lada is a dedicated cameraman as well as a coach for the Czech national youth snowboarding team; he left this weekend to get the season started in Austria. Honza is a nearly professional skier. Amorie is a songwriter who shared her struggle with wanting to find success in the music industry but not wanting to slip into a pattern of selling her songs to others—an opportunity that has seemed to find her more and more often.

The youth seem eager to distinguish themselves from the previous generations that grew up under communist rule, which ended in 1989. I was even told of a younger homeless man who has made his way by offering organized tours of Prague’s underground scene, an ambition less common back in the States.

My classes are composed of Americans and a couple of Europeans. The Czech class has been surprisingly welcoming and gentle; I’ve learned a few phrases and words for navigating transactions and greetings. The rest of my classes are in the business field and are, so far, concerningly elementary, especially for someone who has never taken a business course. I expected to encounter at least a couple of new terms and concepts, but that hasn’t been the case so far. Maybe this week will be a bit more rigorous, and regardless, it’s hard to complain while I’m still suffering from the time difference. I only feel that I’m now getting into a more regular sleep schedule. I did notice that during my orientations and first classes, the professors smiled most while talking about their democracy—another culture shock given the theatrical turmoil of American politics in recent years. It is refreshing to hear excitement and optimism about government rather than uncertainty and passivism.

Aside from classes and skateboarding, I’ve found a local punk venue called Bike Jesus, which features a dirt jump course outside and a grungy venue inside. Friends have shown me some local clubs where other study-abroad students hang out. Foosball is very popular, so I’ve started to sharpen my skills. Overall, I feel I’ve found my people, and I’ve only just begun to scratch the surface of what this city has to offer. This week will consist of really getting classes rolling, and in two weeks, I’ll meet many of my Denver friends in Munich for Oktoberfest.

Ciao! (Yes, this is Italian but very common here in the Czech Republic).

Pre-Departure Ramble

Tomorrow, September 13th, I’ll be heading to Prague, Czech Republic, for three months. Just a few days ago I received my passport back in the mail graced with my first-ever visa—a shiny confirmation of the exciting adventures to come and a blunt reminder of what is likely to be the most daunting task I’ll have faced since last term’s final exams: learning elementary Czech. My belongings have been crammed into a duffle bag and a backpack with my skateboard attached and I’m currently hoping I don’t encounter a situation where I miss the extra socks I sacrificed to fit my hammock (I love a good day of hammocking at the skate park and relaxing between sessions). I’m an hour out from check-in for my flight and the digital fight for an aisle seat, so I figured this would be a great time to tackle my first post.

I’ve traveled solo in the past, but much of that experience comes from backpacking/hitchhiking—all of which has been in the United States. Though the idea of venturing into the woods alone with a backpack carries an intimidating uncertainty, I’m feeling a good bit more nervous about this opportunity than I ever have about my hiking trips. The length of this trip is nothing new, and I know I’ll enjoy many of the same day-to-day conveniences that I do here; yet silly little worries, such as roommate compatibility, classroom teaching styles, and the distance from old friends are swelling slightly beyond proportion. I have to remind myself that these are the same concerns I had before freshman year and that college has been nothing but the best. I don’t expect to part ways with these feelings upon departure but do anticipate the excitement of arrival to either distract me from or dilute my nerves the same way it seemed to when I said goodbye to my mom my first day at DU. It’s funny how similar nervousness and excitement feel.

Beyond these immediate worries, there is so much I’m thrilled for. I recently discovered that a skateboarder I know from around Denver has moved to Prague for the fall. We bought tickets for a techno concert together and he’s been sharing photos of skate parks and street spots around the city. I’ve also planned trips to see my DU roommate in Austria, have my parents visit in November, and get together with some other DU students in Prague for an Australian punk band we caught last fall in Denver. Skateboarding and concerts will certainly be a theme for this trip and having plans before departure helps to remind me that I won’t miss my buddies entirely, only the ones back in Colorado. I’m also keeping in mind the countless opportunities I’ll have to meet new people and connect with characters from all around this big funky planet. I’ll be starting courses in business alongside my elementary Czech class and look forward to learning some foundations of the trade. The coursework will be different from the usual reading and writing I do in my literature courses but my hope is to collect credits that I can use at DU to chip away at a marketing degree.

Additionally, I’ve been reflecting on the opportunity to write and share this blog throughout my trip. This format is very new to me, requiring writing that bridges the matter-of-fact straightforwardness of a news article and the intimate/vulnerable riskiness of a diary, all publicly shared through a somewhat casual voice. This challenge motivates me to be more critical of my upcoming experiences and push myself to seek out uncommon people, places, and opportunities.

My final days home in Chicago have consisted of trying to land some final skate tricks at my new local park, seeing my favorite band, Goose, play at the old Morton Salt Shed, and a Swiss pasta sendoff dinner with the family—fitting for my upcoming layover in Zurich.

I’m excited to write an update after my first days in Prague!

Best wishes,

Avery