Ceske Budejovice, also known as Budweis, is a charming small town located in the South Bohemia in Czech Republic. I was there for two weeks participating in the EGG Summer School, which was a very rewarding experience for several reasons. As I mentioned in the last post, I will not discuss the academic aspect of it here, but I’ll be happy to share the fun moments I had with my favorite linguists.
The first organized party took place on the first Monday night. We gathered everyone around 7pm and took a nice walk to the City Center, for what would be my first mingling event. Two hours and a few half-liter glasses of Pilsner Urquell later, I had talked to almost everyone in the venue. I don’t recall what the bar was called, but I do know for sure that we had a good time there. I made friends with a group of undergraduates from Turkey, who confirmed the hypothesis originated at the Wombats in Vienna: Turkish people know how to party. My boy Nihat seemed determined; if it was up to him, the parties would never end.
I also had the pleasure of meeting Adina, Sandra and Elena, from Romania. Much to my surprise, Elena and I hit it off right away, and what started out as an innocent conversation about linguistics was simply the beginning of what would eventually become much stronger (more on that later). Let’s just say I didn’t really know why, but I went home smiling that night.
The restaurants in Ceske Budejovice were much cheaper than anywhere I had been so far. We tried a few places somewhat close to the university, and the average price for a meal and a beer was 100 CZK (roughly $6 American). By meal, I mean a typical Czech meal with all the right fixings. By beer, I mean ice cold refreshing Czech brews on draft (for less than one euro). I had no reason to complain. The food did take a while everywhere we went, but that was because we’d go out to lunch in groups of at least ten. Some of the restaurants barely had room for us. Generally, we found no English speaking waiters, and rarely did we find menus in English. Christen had purchased a survival guide before going there (wise move). I learned that pork in Czech was ‘vepřový’. I was good with that.
There
were also soccer matches. Gokhan, Nihat, Irek, Fabrizio and McFadden
were just some of the “football” stars that showed their talent to the
audience on the 6th and 8th floors. Most of us were there to have fun.
After all, they were just friendly soccer matches among linguists, how
bad can it be? Calf injury during game two…. won’t point fingers at
anyone. Moving on. After a few hours of dancing and drinking some fine absinth and good Czech beer, it was time to walk off the alcohol. The walk back to the dorms took a little over half an hour, and it was generally what we did whenever we went to Old Town. It helps you stay in shape, it helps you sober up (not really), and it helps you socialize. Most of us had decided to go to nearby Cesky Krumlov for the weekend. Some chose to travel a little further and took the Saturday morning train to Prague. I was on that train too, but I was going a little further north, to Berlin, where I was meeting up with my friend Angela. Next post: Berlin, Germany!
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