Two worlds.

As you probably know, today was my last day on this adventure. Tomorrow I leave for America once again.

I didn't get to see Soldaat Van Oranje because some bitch scammed me on Marktplaats. I got my money back but that doesn't help the fact that she robbed me of my only chance to ever see it. Whatever, I saw Isabel (a Dutch friend of mine who came to America for a year and was in my class in high school. She was there when I met George :-)) We hung out at the National Monument in Amsterdam and some drunk weirdo conspiracy theorist kept talking to us about the most absurd things I have ever heard. Did you know that America is responsible for all wars, that 9/11 was an inside job and that art is only art if you do not call it art and put it in a museum. Apparently, everyone's life is art and him living on the street as a drunk is art as well. Wow, looks like I really need that Masters to learn all these things because I seem to be sadly uninformed.

Anyway, after that  had lunch with Edwin to say goodbye. He said he's going to have a barbeque with the other interns but since I'm leaving, we just had lunch. I'm glad I did this internship. I learned more than I would have thought and I know this will benefit me in the future. AFter lunch, I met up with Gerbrechje and Kaho and we hung out and got a present for my grandpa since his birthday was the next day (today). It's sad to think I won't be seeing them for a very long time when we spent so much time together at work and we've become such good friends. Gerbrechje and I were supposed to go to the musical that night but since I got conned, she came over and we went out for drinks and hung out and had a sleepover.

Today we celebrated my grandpa's birthday and had a good time.

My new matryoshka was a hit :-)

Sushi for Patrick and I (We were almost the only ones who like it).

The birthday boy showing pictures from Prague.

I also put my grandpa's pictures from Prague on my laptop so here are a few:

Picking out my Matyoshka!

Then it was time to say goodbye. I have decided that "Two Worlds" from Tarzan is the theme song of my life (not because I live with Gorillas but more because my life is divided in two worlds).

It's the final countdown.

I'm back in The Netherlands and Friday I fly back to the states.

Here are our last moments in Prague:

After the Mucha Museum, we went to the old Jewish area. However, if you want to see anything, you gotta pay. And you can't just buy a ticket for one thing, you automatically have to buy one for a bunch of things, most of them are not authentic anymore. We were satisfied walking around and seeing things from the outside. It was so crowded and we already did the super toursity thing when we went to the St. Vitus Cathedral and old Prague castle.

We didn't go but I liked the poster.

Starbucks is suck an ass sometimes. There's a Gloria Jeans on the
corner so Starbucks put a poster on the left saying there is a Starbucks in 40 meters or something.
Not very good sportmanship.

I'm obsessed with those spiral thingys!

I don't know what this was about. Some abstract artist made these.
His museum is the white building.

The Lennon Wall.

Our dinner. Pork knee. Delish!

I guess vanilla is Yellow in the Czech Republic. 

The countdown begins...

3...2...1...

Today I went bungee jumping in Chomutov. It's the closest/best place I could find in the Czeck Republic but it was quite the adventure to get there. We missed the 9:31am train because the tram we needed didn't go on sunday but since I know zero words in Czeck, I did not know this until it was too late. We proceeded to take 3 different trains to the middle of nowhere in the Czeck Republic. Then we couldn't find our bus so we called a cab. The cab dropped us off 2.5 kilometers from the bridge so we had to hike uphill. I didn't think I would make it so I thought for sure my grandparents were going to have a heart attack at any second. They were champs though and we made it. I was the only one there and everything went really fast. They strapped me in and I had to put my hands behind my head and he counted 3...2...1...And down I went.

My grandparents being champs.

The whole operation was run from a truck.

Yeah, it's not terrifying or anything to hold your hands behind your head and dive
into the ravine head first.

You get marked on your right hand with DVD number and weight.

There I go!

Signing my Bungee Diploma :-)

The scariest part of the whole thing was after I jumped and I was just hanging there waiting for them to lower down a thing I had to hook to the belt to be pulled back up. I head felt like it was going to explode from all the blood rushing to my head and if my legs slipped out of the getup, I would plunge to my death. Anyway, not pleasant but the whole experience was worth it!

On the train ride back, we caught the train where we don't have to transfer. We thought it would be more peaceful not to have to keep getting on a different train but we almost got in a fight on this ride. Apparently, children come before anyone in the Czeck Republic and everyone is expected to give up their seat for children and their parents. We were sitting in one of those old-school, Harry Potter type cabins when this huge family with kids comes in and tells everyone to get up (or at least that's what I got from their expressions and the fact that everyone gathered their stuff and annoyingly got up. I got up too but told my grandparents to stay. Well, turn out that the fact that their elderly doesn't mean a damn thing because the parents kept motioning for them to get up. We were pissed and I said they needed to sit but they didn't give a damn. Things were about to get violent so I said we would sit somewhere else. My grandparents found a seat while I stood in the aisle outside the cabins. The bitchy parents shut the door and closed the blinds when they realized I kept looking at them with the evil eye. The whole thing made no sense to us. A healthy child and parents can stand up while my grandparents can't. Assholes. Whatever, we got seats together after a while and weren't bothered the rest of the trip.

The train station in Chimutov. Old school. There are no platforms,
you just walk up to the train when it arrives.

When we got back we went to eat at some restaurant that ended up being really cool. They had a fantasy theme and the whole restaurant was decorated.

My grandma bought a really cool necklace from a street
vendor on the Karlsbridge.

Highlights.

We explored a different part of the city today and here are some highlights:

St. Vitus Cathedral.

St. George Basilica (I guess that means church or something).

St. George Basilica form the outside. SO beautiful!

Chillin' with one of the guards.

The palace.

Oh come on, you knew this was coming.

Performers on the Karlsbridge in costume.

The black Madonna. I thought it was beautiful.

So I've seem my share of "stag party" groups and costumes but this one is a clear winner. What great friends this dude has. What a lucky bride.

The National Museum.

THE DANCING HOUSE! I love it!

I FOUND MY MATRYOSHKA! After looking at hundreds, I finally decided on this one. She looked and me and made me buy her. She is the cutest thing ever (since George, off course. But it's close).

This is the biggest one...

And this is the smallest one!

All 10 cuties is a row :-)