It was a long travel, but I made it, people.
I'd like to give an unqualified and total endorsement to Swiss Air, which wasn't merely comfortable, but was actually decorous and tasteful, too. I had an empty row of seats, so I slept for a few hours, and also scared the shit out of myself by watching The Manchurian Candidate, and followed it up with Dodgeball to take the edge off the political terror. The election has me feeling a bit vulnerable, people. If Chimpy wins, I'm telling everyone I'm from Canada.
The Swiss countryside, as seen from the airplane, was all neat fields, interspersed with tidy little towns and woods full of birches just going from green to gold and red. The airport in Zurich was was impressively spotless, modern and stylish. I took pictures, but you'll all have to see them later, because I have yet to solve the puzzle of proper internet access.
Prague is beautiful and old. There are narrow, winding cobbled streets, which is my absolute favorite. (Rian, I can so picture you here, with your worn jeans and those brown shoes. I think you should say "damn the torpedoes!" and get straight on the plane!) At this moment, I am in a little expat heaven just off the old town square called Bohemia Bagel, that has a largely English-speaking clientele and will host a Halloween Party for kids on Sunday. My apartment is in Prague 4 - otherwise known as the suburbs - and it's very Soviet Bloc. I like it, because all the people in the neighborhood are grimly eastern European, which, I know sounds more like something NOT to like, but, go figure. The bus from my apartment to the school is quick, and populated by stout elderly women in coats and hats, and lets out in front of a bewilderingly huge supermarket, where determining what exactly resides in the containers of food and household supplies utterly stumped me. I decided to tackle it later.
I've just got a day before my course starts, and I'm told to expect an avalanche of work.