Ahoy! Prague is the gobbles

Arrrr ahoy me maties! You have discovered me in the pirate town of Prague, known for its sunken treasure and peg-legged patrons...just kidding. Ahoy, is apparently a greeting they use here like we would say Whats Up? I've decided to kick back stateside in a tribute to my time here and my love of all thing naturical/piratical.
So, I have been in Prague since Monday afternoon, when I got off at four in the p.m. and must have looked ridiculously dazed because Tania, my friend who lives here (in a really sweet NYU subsidized flat) and works for my alma mater and hers, gave me a very curious look and asked if I was ok. I told her that I had been up since 6:15 and since I was not a morning person and had gone to bed really late, ala Spanish custom, that I was feeling a bit tired, yes. I got on a Brussels airlines flight in Spain to travel to Brussels where I sat next to a man whose breath was so helacious that I literally had to hold my nose everytime he exhaled deeply or yawned, which was a lot. I had a three hour layover in Brussels airport and then headed on another flight to Prague where I was squeezed into a tiny airplane and my fellow traveler to my right had a very distinct body odor. In addition to the odor issues there was the whole language overload as well, on what should have been my short journey, I heard Spanish, French, Flemish, English and Czech. So yeah I was a little out of it. Luckily the first 50 pages of Love in the Time of Cholera was so challenging I would get a half a paragraph in and doze off. But the book is really good once you get into the story and characters. My favorite part about traveling is getting to read. That sounds weird but its true.