I know I am not there yet, in Prague that is, but it seems such a waste of (virtual) space to wait three months before spilling my guts. Why deprive myself the joy of “blogging” just because I have yet to become an official -“EX PATRIOT”?Isn’t that the best term?
For those of you who don’t know, an EXPAT is someone who temporarily (or even permanently!) takes up residence in a country and culture other than there own. I have to admit, that knowing I will be among the ranks of Gertrude Stein, Fitzgerald, Hemingway and Ezra Pound makes me go all tingly in those ticklish literary places deep down inside. I know it’s a romantic notion, but it’s a lot nicer to picture me and T.S. Elliot happily sipping esspresso and chatting about his new poems, than to think of myself all alone in a country where I don’t even know the language.
Sure it will be an adventure, but heck let’s be honest … this is scary! But I won’t think of it that way. I’ll keep in mind the quips I’ll have with Gertrude Stein as we walk the Charles Bridge… She’ll Say, “I do want to get rich, but I never want to do what there is to do to get rich.”
And I’ll say, “You took the words right outta my mouth Gert! Let’s get a beer…”
Yep – delusion is the best friend of the artist.
Speaking of delusion…I saw my boyfriend’s new movie yesterday! No, not Byron – Jack Black! Nacho Libre. I loved it. It was weird and silly and laugh out loud funny. But, for those of you who are not Jack Black fans (if there are any of you!) you might not think it is as funny as I did. Or maybe you believe in science.