I
tripped across the Charles Bridge just before first light, all
alone apart from a sleepy pickpocket just clocking on for the
morning shift, my heels clacking on the cobblestones, the early
morning sky a beautiful deep blue.
Armed only with a romantic soul and a pressing need to escape
her overbearing family, Rachael Weiss heads for Prague in search
of her Bohemian roots, with vague plans to write the next great
Australian novel and perhaps, just perhaps, fall madly in love
with an exotic Czech man with high cheekbones. They make it seem
so easy, those other women who write of uprooting themselves from
everything they know, crossing the world and forming effortless
friendships with strangers, despite not understanding a word they
say, while reinventing themselves in beautiful European cities.
So it's not surprising that Rachael is completely unprepared for
the realities that confront her in her strange new world.
Initially starry-eyed, she quickly has to grapple with perplexing
plumbing, extraordinarily rude checkout chicks, and the near-incomprehensible
Czech language. In this warm and witty tale of life in a foreign
land, Rachael, somewhat to her own surprise, finds herself gradually
creating a second home in Prague, complete with an eccentric and
unlikely tribe of extended family and friends; and realises along
the way that while she's been striving so hard to become someone
else, she has inadvertently grown to rather like the person she
has always been. Me, Myself & Prague is a sweet and
surprising memoir of discovering hope, self, family and friendship,
Czech-style.
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