It was exciting, we searched on the map for our names, to see what district we would become a part of for the next few months. We were scattered everywhere - Prague 6, Prague 1, Prague 10, Prague 5, even some suburbs only reachable by bus or train. I was placed in Prague 2, on the border of Prague 3, minutes from the Muzeum metro station, just around the corner from Wenceslas Square. I was in the heart of Prague. Not as central as Julie, who lived next door to Charles Bridge, but close enough. I was in a different area, was all. I suppose we all ended up living in appropriate homestays; my district was very unique, somewhat nouveau riche and classy, a slice of cosmopolitan within a sprawling urban setting. Like the Kensington of London, or the West Village of New York City. Artsy but not funky, classy but not snobbish. Cultured but not in an Amazonian way. You could walk one way and find a whisky bar, or walk another way and pop into a music club. Either way, I was the only American, for miles and miles…
