Goodbye's too good a word

I knew that when I created the "Prag" blog there would come a time where it would no longer apply no would it be true, it would be a mere nostalgia. And that time has come, for I am no longer in Prag, no longer in Europe no longer so embedded in this specific lifestyle that was my world. No more Latin Cafe, Vlatva River picnics on the ostrov under the Narodni Divadlo bridge. 25 crown juicebox wine that we would drink through straws. No more Blind Eye, Domshke Djing and that expat crowd. No more walking on the railroads by Zizkov park with Jo, and discovering a giant trampoline, obviously there just for mine and Pierre's enjoyment. No more delicious beer that was so perfectly carbonated that the temperature gave you tongue the best zing, it would freshen your breath and compliment and meal or lack thereof. No more Pilsner Urquell(anywhere) Cerny Kozel/Krusovice in Cross Club, and Budvejser Budvar in Blind Eye. yes, we had haunts, our places that we could always rely on, and whenever visitors would come they could be sure experience the awesomeness of Cross Club. A 5th Element esque dystopia, filled with spinning car parts, green lights, a radical, living breathing art installation, providing to levels seating and a huge bar and dance floor. This was the place I snapped my first few pictures in praha, back in September 2007. It was Olivia, Virginia, Chad and Mikey, thats when we first tried the weed Crossclub had to offer. We rolled on the 2nd floor of the smaller room, in a tiny booth with only a metal railing guard, above us a spinning robot octupus , robooctupus ? below us a glass transparent bar with neatly stacked empty beer bottles, green with hints of yellow and orange reflecting off, and above...! Cerny Kozel , our beer of choice, any day!
This was where we first rolled and made friends with our group, and this was where we hung out during the year... up until April when our Slovenian couch surfing host came to visit Johanna and I in Prag. This was the night, I was unconscious, bc we drank his crazy whiskey that tasted more like an eau de parfum than a liquor. The night I lost my bag with my cellphone, Charles Univ. ID and 200 crowns inside. Then I weaned myself off of the phone dependency for 2 months of unplanning everyday and whimsical spontaneity. That was the night I came too at 4am and in a frenzy searched and harasses all the Czechs for my purse, after all my fruitless efforts I dunked my head into the fountain in the front courtyard. I could hear the pebbles on the unpaved ground and the water was freshing. Then I looked up at the clear Prag sky, so black and self- positing its nature , its function, its reason. Then my heart began to pound as I knew I was lost, like my bag I had no idea where i was and what my purpose was. I knew i was having the best time of my life, but a return was in the midst, and thats when the nausea began... the death sentence was coming.... but not until we had a few more memorable nights....

In the morning I went on the Tram