September 2nd: Day 9 of Seminar

So after finally speaking to my parents many times the night before, and accumalating a rather large phone bill I assume, the deal was my last tetanus shot was 8 1/2 years ago. You're supposed to get them every 10 years, but if u get cut after 5 years, you should get another. GREAT. So the plan was after the normal walking tour this morning, Professor Bach and I would go find a place with a tetanus shot for me.
This walking tour was great. We started at the huge Prague castle that you can sits high above the city. It was beautiful with fantastic views over the city. We walked down through the old city crossing small little streets with cute stores and houses. We stopped at this little restaurant for some drinks and continued on across a walking bridge with huge old arches and statues covering it. Making our way to the main square with a huge astrological clock.
Then the adventure began while everyone else had a free afternoon, my professor Bach and I went to a place my dad had found had tetanus shots. We arrived there. No tetanus shots. FAIL. They told us of another place. So we took out the maps and headed across Prague to another place, which was even sketchier. It was in a teeny building that we walked up to the 5th floor. No one spoke English. We finally managed to get out that they didn't offer tetanus shots either. FAIL. They told us of another place, so we set out for that. Getting to see more of Prague, I guess. This place was even sketchier. White walls, old women in green hospital robes, ancient looking medical equipment. No one spoke English when we asked around. Finally this woman who spoke about 9 words of English pretty much said, no, no you shouldn't be here. I think that was the cue for do not get a shot here. FAIL. We managed to understand we should head to the university hospital. We left that mad sketch place and I'll quote my professor, "That place looked like it was out of the Communist era." He was right. We picked up water, a small sandwich and headed farther into Prague, taking the tram this time. We made it. It looked normal and we found a doctor who spoke some English. Three hours later. Shot taken. 800 crowns aka 43 dollars. PERFECT! A nice large bandage on my foot.
That evening we had our group dinner at Cafe Louvre. It was delicious! Then to a night of some club hopping, which weren't as good as we thought they'd be, but still a lot of fun. I somehow had the idea of wearing heels with my bandaged foot so by 2ish I went back with some people since it hurt.
I LOVE PRAHA!