So this past weekend, I had the incredible opportunity to be in Berlin during the 25th anniversary of the fall of the Berlin wall.
People from Prague always seen to have somewhere important to be. Like New York and other urban environments, there is so much going on in this city and very little time to strike up new relationships while in transit.
And my schedule has started to resemble the DivokÃ¡ Å Ã¡rka-bound 51 night tram at two in the morning: absolutely packed to the gills.
It’s like I’ve been living in a place with a stronger gravity compared to that of the US: going back home, a hundred pound weight will feel as light as a feather.
And although at times I feel weak or inadequate for being uncomfortable as I adjust to new environments (â€œWhy am I not okay right now?â€), I remind myself: Nick, if youâ€™re always comfortable, youâ€™re probably doing something wrong.
Remember when I said that I was starting to get Czech culture? I changed my mind. Or rather… Iâ€™ve changed my definition of culture.
I sat down at a table with my classmates: two from Iceland, two from Italy (unrelated), a Polish guy, a Londoner (Josh), a Spaniard, and a girl from Croatia.
The more I learn about how I am different from people of other nationalities, the more I learn that we are the same.
There is an interesting kind of international football-centered body language that you speak when playing with people with whom you canâ€™t communicate.
Later that night, we both met up with another friend, Britanny, and found a place to sit outside a cafe and shared some pretty intimate details about our lives back home.
I struggled to keep pace, not to win first place, but because I wanted to join their conversation.