Got lost trying to get found

So... I moved out of the student housing into an apartment with Gabe and Eliot. It is a lovely little apartment right next to the national theatre and so close to everything. We are very lucky... but the scene where were signing the contract was quite humorous... there were 11 people present and the three of us were being pulled every which way... it was quite fustrating and confusing, but fortunately we made it through alive.

Classes have been amazing and everyone in the international program is quite wonderful. I've also had time to get lost a little in the city. I think this is the first time i've gone somewhere and truly fell in love with it. I feel at home here and I've only been heree for a little less than two weeks. It is small enough were you can always find your way, yet it is big enough that there is always a new adventure.


We did our first filming... the group was Eliot, Gabe, and I. We had to get on a tram and take it all the way to the end and find a concept and film what we find. We ended up in this high rise suburban area... it was interesting to see the difference from the city to this place. Moreover, Prague is an extremely hillish area and the cliffs were breathtaking. Next project entails cutting our own film...I can't wait. All I need now is a concept... I'm sure it will come.

I HATE CHILDERN..Not really...

So I finally made it to Prague! The city of Kafka, the gohlem of the jewish quarter... and the language that sounds like complete gibberish. My first flight to Washington D.C. was a little shaky I thought I was going to die the entire time... when we finally landed I caught myself saying the Our Father and closing my eyes. The second flight to Copenhagen was 9 hours of complete HELL! Not only was there a baby aboard... it was possed by a demon and wanted everyone to know it.
The Child cried the entire time... It would take little thirty minute breaks just enough to let the public fall asleep then it would scream like it was being murdered.... I even brought earplugs as a TAKE THAT BABY THAT ALWAYS CRIES ON THE AIRPLANE ITEM... but those things did not drown out that sucker...

Thus I arrived in Prague extremely sleep deprived, but I met Zuzanna the woman who is going to help the boys and me get ajusted to our new life here in this lovely city. She is the sweetest person I think I've ever met... she is so full of life... the cab ride to my "dorm" was entertaining between her and the driver... they made fun of the czech words that I thought I knew and taught me the correct ones.
I thought "sbohem" meant goodbye.. it does mean that, but it means "and god be with you" I feel like its me holding out my hand like a trek-y and saying live long and prosper.

I also acidentally stood Zuzanna up twice today... because of lack of knowledge of the city, but it is breathtaking. I can really feel myself becoming comfortable here. It reminded me of my first day in Italy last summer. I was so worried the entire time that I wouldn't be able to find my way back or that people would judge me because I couldn't speak Italian or even the fear of eating in a resturant by myself... but today I felt so confident walking around the city by myself....I even was able to get a cell, put minutes and everything by myself... and I did not feel weird asking for directions ... and when they didn't speak English... I asked French.. if that didn't work then I just pointed and used one of the Czech word that I do know. please.

To prove that czech is a little bit gibberish... guess what this means "zmrzlinu"

ICE CREAM... I have no idea how to pronouce that.


The place i'm staying in is only for a little while... I have to share a room and I'm not too good at that especially if the room is the size of a closet. Zuzanna , Possibly the boys, and I are going to look at some appartments tomorrow... so lets cross our fingers shall we.

sbohem USA

SO... It's the day before I leave.... and all I have is two suitcases to my name. It's a tad daunting to think that a year will go by before I step back on American soil. Of course, on my last day the heavens have decided to open and pour on my last memory of Louisiana (for awhile), but hey! it is LOUISIANA.

I am a bit surprised though... I thought I would be shaking at the thought of leaving, but really I'm not. It feels like I'm just leaving again for Sarah Lawrence, because every year I feel the same way when I leave for there. Not know what to expect, not knowing what classes I'm going to take, or who I will meet... so, I'm not worried about the year to come in regards to that. I am however worried about the COLD. All anyone says when they speak about The Czech Republic is how cold it is... and if you know me you know... 70 degrees is about my limit because I DON'T DO COLD.

In this last week in the states I've done my ritual hibernation from the world thing.... I rent a bunch of movies and just hide out... I am super bad with good byes...All I have to say is THANK Jesus for Instant Netflix. So, to those I did not get to say good bye to... I'm sorry I just kindof drop off the face of the earth sometimes.

LOTS OF LOVE!
SARAH

YOGA- HOTIES

Since I've been back in Baton Rouge I've been doing this Hot Yogalites...It is absolutely amazing... I don't think I have ever felt my body that much. I feel I have more energy and to top it off I can stand the southern Louisiana Heat a little better. The latter is probably the greatest benefit.

Last Week I also tried the Foot detox body clease or what ever they call it. You go in put your feet in a bath of salt water and they hook you up to a machine... It pulls out all of the toxins out of your body through the pores of your feet. The water turns a disgusting color of brown and they can come by and tell you everything that it is pulling out. I'm not sure I 100 percent believe in it, but my feet were mighty soft when I pulled them out of the bath. :) Next week, I'm going to try to get some good hiking in before I leave for the frigid land called Prague. I'm getting so pumped.. enough that I pulled out my suitecase. I have started to pack though.. so much effort, but it will come soon. I did However find a european sight like netfliks... So my life is a little less stressful. I know that is a little nerdy, but regardless I had no idea what I was going to do if I couldn't do netfliks.

PHOTO OF METRO BECAUSE I'M IN TRANSITION

Another weird part of this trip is running into people I haven't seen in 6 to 3 years. I completely forgot that some of these people exisited and here we are face to face once again. Some one asked me "What are you doing here" I think that was the first time that I really felt that I was in limbo... I don't belong really anywhere right now. I feel like an eternal visitor... I felt like that at SLC as well... I mean I really can't call a dorm room home and I can't call a place that I see 2 months (if even that) home either. I guess it is the beginning of severing ties with places, but nothing I mean NOTHING is like a hot Louisiana summer. I am lucky for the people I have met and the places I have been... and I guess my idea is that people really do make the place. THAT IS THE HOME THAT I KNOW.

sorry for the ramble...

ok been a while but...
song I'm into as of today.. Skinny love by BON IVER
Movie I just loved... A SINGLE MAN (Tom Ford) STARTER FOR TEN (TOM VAUGHAN)

If you wanna get a grasp of Louisiana... watch The Divine Secrets of the YA-YA Sisterhood... I think it is under rated. I love this film... and If you watch Gossip Girl Like me because I agree I am a sell out... you are in for a little surprise.

That's all I have for now

KISSES
SARAH

The Passenger.... my feelings

This song describes how I feel now... I feel like I'm just floating along.. waiting my time until I figure out what I want... What's the rush? SO update... It's so hot here in Louisiana... and every day my departure for Prague is creeping up on me. I finally brought my sleeping patterns back to normal here.

DEAR IGGY POP,
THANK YOU FOR THIS SONG... thank reminds me of the Film Coffee and Cigarettes... ok at some parts.. it is much like Paris, Je t'aime... only Coffee and Cigarettes came before.. and there is a nice piece with Tom Watts and Iggy Pop...

Trying to get back

So, now i've been back for a week in the hot Louisiana Weather. I'm missing the beauty of France and the People that I met there. I can't wait to make it back to other side of the pond, but that will be in quite some time. So until then I am wrapped up with little things to do before leaving for Prague...

I know it's been awhile

I know it has been quite some time since I've written about my french travels and the films that I've been studying, but I was quickly swept away by the splender of Paris. I really think that my impressions have changed and I am still working on trying to get along better with a different culture... which will be 100 percent helpful when I am in Prague for a full year.
As my Paris travels come to a close I will say that, I truely am going to miss this city. Here I've been able to really expore myself, and ask myself "WHAT do you really want," I have been able to be completely selfish in the since of doing what I want... and I think I finally learned how to say the word "NO"... if only I could learn it when I go shopping.
I've been able to converse in a different language... still a little shaky... I've let my pride go out the window... there is no way to learn a language with out making a complete fool of yourself. For most of my college life so far, everyone just seems so serious all the time... trying to go through the day without actually putting an effort into enjoying life.... and that doesn't mean partying...it means actually spending time with yourself to get to know yourself better...

I've had several compromising situations here, but it's those that you remember the most. The ones that define a part of you. I am blessed with the experiences I have had thus far.... after my rant.

I went to Normady by myself on Saturday... First I had to depart at 7:45... so that meant waking up at 5, then I took the wrong train and ended up....not where I was suppose to be. After frantic calls to Ludamilla... I with the help of an American Family I befriended... found our way to Bayeux and a bus that would take us to Omaha beach. I am still in awe of the beauty of that area... and the serene atmotsphere of the grave yard. Some times I am am in disbelief that that only happened 70 years ago??

After my lovely walking tour... I made it back to the town of Bayeux... which apparently has a famous tapestry..... (I think I could have skipped that one... If you like spending like 8 euros to look at an old piece of cloth... and have a headset tell you the story of the cloth for like 30 minutes.. (when I say story... I don't mean how it was made... I mean it tells you what the pictures mean.... which is a bit obvious when looking at the 70 foot long piece of cloth... just saying) They should make it a middle ages musee or have something else... but all they have is a giant cloth.

The town itself was very adorable.... I would like to make a trip back to France in the near future to do the Normandy region... Bordeaux... and some more of the south.