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I've made a new rule for myself: I am not going to go anywhere that is not within walking distance of Machova. [So maybe I'm not going to make it such a strict rule, but regardless, I need to start going to more places that are right around the corner!] This weekend was a great start to finding these so-called neighboring hidden treasures. Lunch at Cafe Meduza (excellent tea), brunch at Radost, and coffee and conversation at Shakespeare and Sons. And tonight, I shall add dinner at Cheers to that list with Ali and Dani-- nothing like a little Port Washington lovin' in Prague.

Johanna and I actually just got back from the Shakespeare and Sons Cafe-- a cute little cafe/used bookstore located oh about 3 minutes away from where we live. It's cheap, cute and conducive for long afternoon conversations. Over numerous lattes and cappachinos, Jo and I discussed the current and overwhelming issue of author's writing illegitmate memoirs. Thanks to the internet, no author can get away with claiming a fake persona as their real identity, however, I wonder how many memoirs have been written in the past that are in fact actually fiction. I don't think that this changes the legitimacy of the work itself, however, I think that the memoir should be categorized as fiction. The authenticity of the author, nonetheless, is questioned. I keep going back and forth on the issue, but it's really becoming more and more common. It makes me frustrated, confused, and somewhat apathetic all at the same time.

It's great though, because whenever I find a new place I want to go to, Johanna always comes with me. We have a great little system. Especially after this weekend, I needed to get out of the dorm. I had some sort of a flu which is finally going away thankfully. Being sick in a foreign country is an interesting experience that I don't think is necessary for everyone to go through. Especially when it comes to purchasing medication. I wasn't able to read any labels or even communicate my symptoms (a simply cough syrup was all I needed). I guess it was good thing to have to do, but Mom, I did miss your TLC.

I can't believe that we are rapidly approaching the half way mark of this program. Time seems to be flying by, yet when I think about how much we've done since January 11, it feels like we've been here forever. What a weird phenomenon. In 'celebration' of our half way mark, Danielle and I decided to add some spice into our room. We moved all the furniture around so that it looks way more like a d-side dorm, than the way they had it set up for us. Danielle has begun to embrace her inner dark-side, and I'm very proud of her. The room actually looks about double the size as well. All it needs is my tapestry and maybe a bit of Emma's moroccan-tent-lovin'.