I think I eat bread every day. I wonder, maybe if I were Catholic, or abided by Lent in any way, if I’d give up bread. Probably not. It’s like a restaurant here in room 345. I eat some bread with olive oil, balsamic vinegar, and a little cracked pepper. Do they put the oil and vinegar in a specific type of plate? The vinegar should always be in a sort of bubbly state above the oil, no? Mine usually, somehow sinks to the bottom of the plate/bowl. Not that I’ll buy a plate/bowl specific to this oil and vinegar with bread deal. The bread is incredible. I go to the market once, maybe twice a week, and buy some fresh bread. Not only that, but the walk there goes behind the dormitory on a thin walkway through a somewhat forested area. It’s ridiculous how good I have it here. Often is snows a light, calm snow while I walk there. Like feathers – frozen water feathers – falling in the sky.
Actually, my diet is pretty much cereal and pasta. Usually at separate times. Not all that different from home, really. Meat is too expensive, especially at restaurants, so I eat it pretty much only if someone else is cooking it. Which reminds me of my desire to say that I’ve begun nearly always accepting food when offered. “Oh, you’re making chicken (or spaghetti, or spaghetti with meat) and you’d like me to join you? How kind of you to offer. I’ll be there in 10 seconds with a fork and plate.” I eat plenty of fruit, too. That being dried figs from Turkey – very good – banana, strawberries, apples, and oranges. Alright, great blog Cameron, talking about fruits I eat. Wonderful story. Ha!
It hasn’t been sunny many days here, but snow is something I haven’t experienced enough of in my life. Snow is beautiful. The flakes are the size of my fingertip. They taste good. Actually, today it was quite sunny. 13 degrees Celsius. I wore only a T-shirt for the first time here. I had pants on, too. And socks.
Can someone increase the number of hours in the day already? I mean, geez, come on. There is so much to learn and see here. I practice German, piano, write, travel, read, study chemistry, be bored by chemistry, do chemistry exercises, practice more German, and on and on and on. And obviously, judging by the amount I’ve blogged, I write little. I feel like mostly, for the first time in my life, I’ve spent more time with people just talking and “hanging out” than working. That’s saying a lot considering the amount of work I feel like I’m doing. It’s probably not that much, really, but I’ve been away from school for a while longer than I’m used to. I’m not sure if this should count as real school. I mean, I’m definitely studying and working like school, but it feels like a dream. I’ll wake up in August. Then I’ll be in a nightmare. Only kidding.
I’m not kidding though, about being bored with chemistry. Analytical chemistry, really. It’s horrible. I wish I could type with an accent. The French speak English with such a cool accent. Even the word horrible makes me smile when spoken by the French. We learned, for 4, maybe 6 straight classes of an hour and half each, about acid base reactions and titrations. Titrations determine the pH and amount (volume) of a constituent in a solution. I did this in general chem. and organic chem. and now I have to hear lectures about doing it instead of actually doing it. I draw titration curves until I’m cross eyed. If I need this as a doctor I’ll fly back to Austria and shake the hand of my professor. Maybe I’ll even make a donation. As I went to Prague last Friday, I missed the biochemistry class I’ll go to tomorrow. Hopefully the material is a little better, although the Czech professor is a little… different I guess you’d say. He um, knows how to um, speak English, um…. sort of.
Should I talk about Prague? Yes. Yes, I think I should. As you could see by the untitled pictures (I’ll get to it someday), the architecture was “unreal” (common Irish saying). “Savage” is another. The architecture was savage. I wonder how Louisiana will feel about that one. The weather wasn’t all that spectacular for our trip, but the city could definitely be seen well, and we saw nearly all of the sites on our 4 hours guided tour. The guide was cool, gave us his business card afterward, saying if we go anywhere in the Czech Republic to call him for a beer. I just can’t get over how much beauty can be in a building. There seemed to be, though, a suspicious person every 50 meters. Seriously. I’d walk down the sidewalk and see one dark man standing alone, waiting, trying to catch my eyes. As we passed one, he asked us to follow him to a club where all the girls would get in free and guys would get 5 free beers each. Sure, guy, sure we will. My dad would be proud of my alertness during my stay in Prague. He would not however be proud of my naivety when dealing with the currency exchange people of a seemingly reputable Western Union marked currency exchange location. The rate is 24.9-25.1 Czech Republic Koruna to 1 Euro. I, on Sunday, went to change a final 10 Euro in order to have money enough for breakfast and lunch – and dinner. Knowing the rate, I handed the woman, dressed in a woman’s business suit, seated next to an English-looking man with suit and tie a 20 Euro bill and said I’d like to change 10 Euro. She told me I should change 20 Euro, saying I’d get a better rate if I did. I skeptically asked the rate and why her statement was true. After giving me the quote, I attempted to take back my money, suspecting she was scamming me like most of the street stops in Prague attempt to do. She and the man next to her said the Euro “had gone down” today. Reluctantly, I gave in. She gave me a 17.5 Koruna to Euro rate. As I walked away with my signed and stamped receipt of this transaction, I felt somewhat robbed and stupid. It wasn’t a great deal of money I’d lost (5 Euro), but I knew it couldn’t have been right. Live and learn. And then question everything… twice.
My goodness I’ve been busy this week. I can’t believe it’s already Friday. I’m writing at 1 AM. Why – I don’t know – I’ve got my favorite class, Analytical Chem., in seven and one half hours. I’m going to Bratislava, the capital city of Slovakia, tomorrow night. I’m honestly not sure I should go. The people I’m going with said they will have a good time because they’ll party and drink. I don’t want to do that. There are parties everywhere. I know I’ll have a good time, though, and do want to see as much as I can, so I’ll go. I’ll just go off on my own if I want. I read the countryside around Bratislava is nice. We are renting 2 cars for 7 people. Actually, this writing made me look more at pictures of Bratislava. It looks nice. I hope we have good weather, because of course that will help my enjoyment of the trip. I’ll make it a good time if I have to, dang it. I know this won’t be needed.
Yann Tiersen is great music. I’m pretty sure he’s a man, and therefore can’t be great music, but I like the way it reads. Sue me. No, don’t, I need money to travel. Just click play. I’ve been trying my best to play this song. I can play the left hand alone and the right hand alone. The combination of the two – not so much. I will succeed.
And the clock hits 1:30. I depart.
PS – I finished Rosetta Stone German Level 1! I know, I know, I rock. Don’t worry, there are 2 other levels, each with 4 units. Each unit has 4 lessons of about 20 different exercises. Each exercise lasts from 5-30 minutes depending on the exercise…. Yep. I think I’ll also start French. Many of my friends, including my roommate, speak French. I’m going to Belgium in July to stay with him!
Why is the phone ringing!? Peer pressure is stupid. I’m gong to sleep.