Spoiler: the weather is better than you’d assume.
PRAGUE, Czech Republic- Prague at the end of winter? Not bad. We arrived in the middle of February expecting it to be freezing cold — we just left Maine in the middle of an ice storm — but it wasn’t. The rest of February was sunny and sorta warm. March has been on the cusps of jacket weather. The sun shines every other day — not bad for Eastern Europe.
I’m back in Prague. Again. While I still have a few posts and essays to publish from my most recent bout of Asia travels — especially from the Philippines and Thailand — I’m going to give some real time updates as well.
My problem with running this blog in any semblance of reverse chronological order — how a blog should be arranged — is that I get on a stream of daily posts, kicking them out one after another, and then something happens that I want to write about a little more in-depth, which jams up the works for everything else behind it. You can’t post a more recent story before an older story if you want to maintain temporal integrity, so my posts lapse until I can get whatever story it is that I want to put more time into out of the way. Then I have a gap of time where nothing was published … then I invariably have a mountain of posts to write … then some good stories never get written.
As this blog has had no semblance of temporal integrity over the past … I don’t know, five years, I see no reason to keep faking it: Stories will be published as they are finished, one day it will seem if I’m in Malaysia, the next day Maine, the next day Prague, the next day the Philippines. It’s just the way that it is if I want to get it all into the archives — which is something important for me on a personal level.
That said, Prague:
I didn’t mean for Prague to become a base of operations for me — the place is far outside of the turnwheel of what I cover … but in a way that makes it kind of nice. I can come in here, hang out with my kids, and chip away at the iceberg of open projects that desperately need to be processed.
Prague. It’s nice here. I can’t complain. Short-term rental is a little more than what I’d like it to be but oh well — you shell out for the convenience of short-term rental, and the quality of life makes up for it. There is also the fact that when we finish up here my wife will have increased her employability many-fold. She plans to start working again, which would open up some more space for me to dive into some other pursuits where the monetary rewards are slim or a long time coming — like making movies.
Prague. My days here go something like this:
In the morning I roll out of bed and start writing. I do this until the girls are up and ready to go and then, if the weather agrees, we go outside. We go to the park or something. We eat pizza. We go to cafes. By noon it’s time for my three year old to nap, so we go back to our apartment and she crashes. This is when my work day really begins. From 1pm until 9pm I type, edit, and publish. Then I hang out with my wife for a couple of hours watching documentaries, and then I go to bed. On the weekends I go out and film something.
This is probably not what you think a traveler should be doing in Prague.