It's late. I'm tired, and slightly ill. The cold I've had basically since November continues to bother me. But I need to share the following story:
I'm wandering Prague, cold and tired. I have no plans. I had hopped on the metro with the vague idea of walking up the big hill (I forget the name) to view the city, since it is my last night in Prague. But I missed the stop. I wait for a few more metro stops, and then decide to get off. I wander down a random street, with a fuzzy idea of wandering down Charles Bridge, which I knew was close by.
As I'm walking, daydreaming, I see a pair of legs. On those legs are a pair of denim shorts and purple leggings. I think to myself, "Huh, that outfit looks like something Lizzie, (who studied with me in Morocco) would wear."
Then I look up. In utter shock. Who was it but LIZZIE! I had no idea she was in Prauge, she had no idea I was in Prague, we were wandering down a side street in a very non-touristy area. Neither of us had any idea of what we were going to do at that particular time and place. But somehow, without planning, in a city of 1.2 million people, we found each other.
Possibly the best encounter I have ever had. We had a drink, caught up, and generally reflected upon our experiences over the last semester. I still can't believe she was there. I walked back to my hostel, laughing, with a big smile on my face, thinking about how crazy life is.
It seems the crazy stories follow me everywhere in Europe, not to mention in Morocco. I have two more weeks in Europe, and four more months in Morocco. I can't even imagine what is next.
Good Night Prague, it has been fun.
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