Spring is upon us. Everywhere I look there are signs of new life: a million green buds covering the branches of the trees, timid flowers poking their sprouts through the ground to evenutally reveal a beautiful abundance of colour.
The sun has shone for a whole week. Glorious warmth! The rays lift my melancholy spirit; I feel rejuvinated and alive. Today even the stairs are my friends, and I find myself tripping blithely up them, feeling victorious when I reach the top (even though I'm despartely gasping for sweet life perserving breath). I love it!
We have class in an hour, and I don't really want to go. I want to wander through the gardens, brave the enormous bumblebees (seriously the size of ping pong balls), and daydream. Alas, it is not to be. Ah well...at least we have a pretty good time in class, laughing at each other's ridiculouness.
A few weeks ago, Courtney, Ashleigh (fellow classmate), Jiri (Ashleigh's boyfriend), and I went and saw President Obama speak at Prague Castle. We were among a crowd of 25,000 people. It was amazing. The speech started at 10 a.m., but we arrived there around 7:30. I was glad we were early, for it took an hour or so just to get through security. Once inside, we stood and waited and people watched. It was amazing to see the set up of security. The Secret Service were everywhere in their suits and sunglasses. I started to laugh because they looked "just like the movies." There were snipers on almost every rooftop. I think they were ninja snipers. They were all dressed in black and had masks on. They carefully observed the crowds with their gigantic binoculars. I like to think they were watching me (Arrogant? Exhibitionist? Perhaps a little. What can I say...my dreams keep me going). I felt like I stuck out like a sore thumb; not only was I wearing light colours (pretty much everyone was wearing dark clothing), but I am lily-ass white. I think my face shone like a beacon in a stormy night.
The speech was amazing, and I was so proud to be an American that day. He is a very eloquent speaker, and he moved me to tears. I was glad I wasn't the only one. I think I detected a sparkle in Ashleigh's eyes too. Yea for Obamova (as the Czechs call him)!!
To be continued...
Monday, April 20, 2009
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The size of ping pong balls? Yowsa!
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