I found this song in the middle of a sweet film, Io e Te, that we watched in my Italian V class a few weeks ago and haven’t stopped listening to it since. It’s a beautiful, lonely little version of David Bowie’s Space Oddity, performed by Bowie with lyrics repenned in Italian. Dimmi, ragazzo, solo dove vai — perchè tanto dolore? 

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This city was pure magic. In a last-minute impulse decision, I booked a trip (an arm and leg’s worth) to Prague to meet up with my best friend Marisa and her London flatmates. Prague had always hovered towards the top of my travel wish list — and much like the other places on that list, I didn’t know much about it, except that I’d been told it was beautiful.

Beautiful is too small a word for the colors of Prague. There’s a richness in this city that resembles absolutely nothing I had seen before, probably because it was my first time out of Italy. Eastern Europe dresses itself in absolutely vivid art and architecture.

In Italy, each city commands a color. In the Czech Republic, Prague asks, “Why wear just one?” The dollhouse buildings of the Old City Square are shaded in cheery pastels; the soaring structures of the New City Square shine in silver. And some of Prague’s most iconic settings are absolutely technicolor. Inside St. Vitus’s Cathedral, the Gothic aisles glow with glass-stained light. The hues of the John Lennon wall change from day to day, even hour to hour, as visitors spray their colorful contributions. This city made for the most vibrant of memories.

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