I Fought the Law and.... the Law Won (prague style)

Hey everyone! Sorry it's been so long since I've updated, I've had a lot of end-of-semester work piling up!
Here is my part 2 to prague!

 Allison and I hiding in the pretty fall leaves...

 Gorgeous. Beautiful. Captivating. Breathtaking.

 The John Lennon Wall!

 Making the peace sign :)

 LEAF PICTURE!!!! It's the cool new thing.

 Staring off into the distance with a beautiful river at our feet and doves (okay, pigeons) flying through the air....

 I really couldn't stop taking pictures of Prague.

 My favorite picture OF ALL TIME. Allison and Amanda were going to get a leaf picture together, and as Allison pondered the best way to do that, Amanda pushed her in.

Shout out to my uruguayan father :)


So after Prague we took an 8hour train to Frankfurt to spend the night and catch our super cheap flight the next day (probably would've been cheaper to fly a real airline and stay in Prague, but oh well). Unfortunately we had to share a compartment with people, one of whom was a sketchy old Sudanese man. In fairness, I think all non-related older men are sketchy. I grew up in the dirty jerz. If he wasn't from church, and he wasn't one of your friends dads making you both pancakes in the morning, he shouldn't be talking to you. Especially if you're a teenage (or now 20-something) girl. Well, Allison felt differently and started chatting him up. She asked about his life, what kind of music he listened to, etc etc. At one point they landed on majors, and he asked her what she was studying. She responded, "History", and he asked, "What kind of history?", to which she said, "American history", "Oh" he said with a very disgruntled look on his face, "American history. Very short."

She then of course explained to him that that's why she was focusing on it, haha. When the train ride was over, he asked for her personal information like where she lived. Thankfully she was smart enough to only give him her email... we're expecting pleas to house his starving son any day now...



P.S. I should probably explain the title of this post. See, I grew up outside NYC. That means, I grew up with the outlook that one ALWAYS ignores people on the street trying to sell you things. I have actually spent days walking around Florence in the pouring rain, and still refused to buy umbrellas from the guys selling them on the street (as my family knows, I am very stubborn). So we're in Prague and we're headed down these long escalators to the metro, and I see these guys at the end of it trying to sell pins of some sort. So, out of New Yorker instinct I brush past them, even when the guy calls after me to get my attention. But then he goes "Excuse me! Police!", and I turn around to realize that the men are policemen, flashing their badges to have us show them our metro tickets. Oops! Thankfully I had mine!