i don't wanna runaway, but i don't want to stay home.

hello. my name is david novak, and once upon a time, i wrote a blog about something or other. and now i'm back! in pog form!
so a quick, boring catch up (as i try to ignore the thousands of people in my hostel's common room and the strains of rihanna blabbering on about some umbrella). since our journey to the center of stockholm to discover everything that is clean, friendly and, let's face it, a wee bit bland, we have continued through prague in the czech republic and now find ourselves in "barthelona." prague was beautiful and all that jazz, but i couldn't help but feel a little bit depressed and lazy in the overcast ghost town. it's a two way street, i was lazy and boring and thus hardly saw any sights and sounds and "culture" or whatever; though one could argue that it was the constant gloomy, seemingly time-warped aura of the city that could have spawned this aformentioned laziness and lethargy (although that seems to be a recurring theme in this blog/life). but it was still a good ol time. thanks to several things. and in my current state of sleepiness/laziness/lethargy etc etc etc, i will give up prose for list...

pragalicious:
- our hostel. if you could call it a hostel. it was a converted apartment with only 4 rooms. almost total privacy and cosiness.
- oh those low, low prices! beer - $1.50. gin & tonic - $3.50. coming back with money in your wallet after a night out - priceless.
- red room. this isn't going to make much sense but anyway. we found a tiny bar next to our hostel that was (inexpicably) filled with yanks, had terrible (terribly hilarious) live music every night and in which i became a superstar at sunday night open mic (in front of all three patrons).
- erotic city supermarket. yep.
- farmer's big yum. four types of sausage. four types of bread. potato pancake. two types of cabbage. perfection.

prawful:
- grey, grey, grey, cold, grey.
- where my dogs at?! the streets were all but empty most days, even in the city "centre"
- did i just walk into 1991? it reminds me of all those movies and shows that make fun of the middle east for loving 80s pop music that they only just received recently. blue jeans, denim jackets with confederate flags, mullets.
- americaaaa, fuck no. i don't know how, i don't know why, but it almost seemed like there were more americans in prague than czech people. i'm usually the person going " oh c'mon, there are 300 million of them. of course some will be annoying." but man, i nearly lost it. i mean even on the freaking plane. i stepped off the plane and i could hear the piercing shrill voice of some girl blabbering about "oh robert's great. he works out," over a freaking plane engine roaring.
- "blue jeanssss. baby's got blue jeaannnsss." it's like the czech uniform.
- the realization that everything i touch turns to shit. my mac, my phone, my psp. on the plus side, i realize how pathetically dependant i am on technology.

and now i find myself in spain. the sun has made me feel better, fresher (although the genius yank on our plane was way off: "oh we're totally going to a hotter climate now." uh no honey, it's like 10 degrees. it's called autumn and winter). but i can't help but feel exhausted when i think of the remaining 12 flights i have. i could use a vacation, a 5 days working week at home.

phew. now, comments por favor!