Babel

Yesterday, the complications in language came to a head. I went to Prague Castle and told the people in my group that I wanted to be alone. I really just wanted to experience the Castle on my own terms. I also just wanted some time to think to myself. So, I wandered around and saw all the relics. Really, it was incredible. I closed my eyes a few times and pretended that I was a Queen and this was my castle. DORK AM I.

It got really frustrating with all the tourists around. About 100 different languages swarming around me, and every once in a while I'd spot some Brits. I wanted to pounce on them and say big words, really fast, knowing that they would understand me and that I wouldn't need goofy gestures. Being amongst so many foreign languages really puts you in a bubble which is nice at some times, and terrifying at others.

When I got back from the castle, my roomates and I decided to go see a movie. We looked through the Prague Post (an English newspaper) and found some different American movies. Raleigh and I had been discussing Gael Garcia Bernal the night before so when we saw Babel was playing we pounced. BAD IDEA. The three of us got into the theatre only to realize that the movie has a lot of foreign languages and of course the subtitles are in Czech. So, when Morrocan, Japanese or Sign Language was used, I would frantically try to translate the subtitles in my head as fast as I could, and when Spanish was spoken I tried desperately to recall a language I haven't used in months. And, then all of a sudden, something would make sense and I would realize it was English. Basically, we experienced the movie to a degree that very few others could really understand. I lived the tower of Babel story in that two hour span. My head hurt so bad from trying to pick out the different languages.

P.S. The priest at Easter mass this morning was hot. Lustful thoughts on a Sunday Morning. Shameful.