God bless America, etc.

So! It's been a few days!

By the way, in case you didn't notice, I've kind of stopped with the travel blog titles and dates. I couldn't keep track of them and I kept putting the wrong ones and having to repost and it irked me. No more!!

I've been feeling better thus far. My anxiety has been manageable, and it hasn't been too too hot at night lately!

Today though....Jesus Christ. I didn't have like heat stroke or heat exhaustion or anything, but I was feeling super nauseated and unbelievably hot and just...not OK. And my skin was like a boiler. I put a cold towel on it and it was hot in seconds. And I was hydrated....it was just so goddamn hot. MISERY.

I tell you what, if the only good thing that comes of this trip is that I appreciate air conditioning, so be it. Because I really really do. At the Belvedere the other day, the air conditioning was super cold and I had goose pimples, but I have never been happier to have goose pimples in my LIFE. I was ecstatic.

So I don't know what to tell you guys, cause I have a lot of explanations on all my pictures (new ones coming soon, I promise! Probably after we get back from Prague) and I don't want to be redundant. So I have two things to share with you. Firstly, a poem-type thing I randomly wrote on my way to the institute the other day. Second, re-written words to God Bless America, in honor of the fourth of July!

Le poem:

In the city here

The putrid stench of shit

Invades your nostrils

Horse piss

Accosting

Wraps you in its stinging stink

And the worst animal

The human

The unforgiving odor

Of a day spent in heat

Of a day spent too close to others

Of a stubborn refusal

To wear deodorant

It's inescapable

These smells of the city

And yet, there is beauty here

In the architecture of days long past

The saturation of paint

Still coated on 

After thousands of years of wear

You can feel the history, smell it

Sweeter than the stench

Of a city better left in a different time

The sound of a train

That whips up a wind

Blows through the tendrils of your hair

Blessedly cooling

As it enters the tunnel

The voice of a beggar

Please, just 50 cents

You walk on

You can't spare even something

So insignificant

The thrum of hammers, drills

The incessant clink

Of metal on metal

You can feel the heat

Right into your heart

It plunges beneath your skin

Reflected from the pavement

It burns you to the core

It should sit on your skin

But all of these city things

The smells

The sights

The sounds

They worm their way inside you

And live

Even as you sweat

Even as a rare breeze

Sweeps in through your pores

They linger

They are a part of you now

And even as you scrub the day away

Even as you lie in bed

They return

And stay with you in your dreams

Until another tomorrow comes

And they grow stronger

Alive in you

God Bless America:

God bless America

Land that I love

Unlike Europe

You have syrup

Give a shout for waffle house

Hey, it's good!

Ice with water

Air conditioning

Toilets that don't smell

And are FREEEE

God bless America

The land for me

God bless America

Where I can peeeeeee

foooooooor

FREEEEEE!

Ok well I hope you enjoyed that....have a lovely day. I'ma be off to Prague in the morning. At 7:48 in the morning. Hooray. BUT the train is air conditioned. Worth it : )

Tschüss!