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And after months of not blogging (like she promised to herself) she was risen up and made to walk the city of Prague...
Okay, whatever. I haven't been about keeping up with this thing, like that comes as any surprise (that was mostly rhetorical, but if you know me than you'd understand). But here I am again! Like an ex who never got rid of the spare key to your apartment, just showing up unannounced like maybe if they hold a boom box over their head and stare passionately into your eyes that all will be forgiven.
A bit of a stretch, but work with me.
So I arrived into the Czech Republic a day later than originally planned and, like most women, cried profusely over it. I had missed my flight coming into from DC to JFK over an hour late and was forced to stay in a motel nearby (out of pocket, I might add. Delta is seriously the Walmart of flying now - I HATE YOU!), complete with mirror ceiling and ladies of the night outside the lobby door. Awesome.
8 hours flight later, I arrived. Found my ride after attempting to speak Czech to a man my age carrying an ak-47 in the airport and took off for my flat. Fast forward through a full day of classes and taking the metro home, I rummaged through my suitcase and took the hottest shower of my life. It is absolutely freezing here, but the city is charming in its own way and the long walks are made tolerable by smiling faces (most are smiling faces anyway) and simply knowing wherever you look, there's something new. Something foreign worth drinking in and attempting to remember to include in this stupid blog. My flat isn't much larger than a sardine can, but it's warm and inviting. I share it with a young Mexican girl, Fran, who is a veteran traveler and personable.
And aside from discovering my suitcase had been torn through, now missing some of its contents (seriously, Delta? ::grumble::) I'm starting to relax. I had to teach today. A group of Czechs my mother's age on an article discussing ironworkers in New York of all things, but I did well. I was thrown to the sharks and survived round one. Tomorrow will most likely be harder as my students will supposedly know little to no English, but this is it. This is really testing me for moving abroad and doing this for a living - that is, if Teach For America doesn't have me.
But for now, I will bathe and attempt to organize my room. Tomorrow I will write again.
Okay, whatever. I haven't been about keeping up with this thing, like that comes as any surprise (that was mostly rhetorical, but if you know me than you'd understand). But here I am again! Like an ex who never got rid of the spare key to your apartment, just showing up unannounced like maybe if they hold a boom box over their head and stare passionately into your eyes that all will be forgiven.
A bit of a stretch, but work with me.
So I arrived into the Czech Republic a day later than originally planned and, like most women, cried profusely over it. I had missed my flight coming into from DC to JFK over an hour late and was forced to stay in a motel nearby (out of pocket, I might add. Delta is seriously the Walmart of flying now - I HATE YOU!), complete with mirror ceiling and ladies of the night outside the lobby door. Awesome.
8 hours flight later, I arrived. Found my ride after attempting to speak Czech to a man my age carrying an ak-47 in the airport and took off for my flat. Fast forward through a full day of classes and taking the metro home, I rummaged through my suitcase and took the hottest shower of my life. It is absolutely freezing here, but the city is charming in its own way and the long walks are made tolerable by smiling faces (most are smiling faces anyway) and simply knowing wherever you look, there's something new. Something foreign worth drinking in and attempting to remember to include in this stupid blog. My flat isn't much larger than a sardine can, but it's warm and inviting. I share it with a young Mexican girl, Fran, who is a veteran traveler and personable.
And aside from discovering my suitcase had been torn through, now missing some of its contents (seriously, Delta? ::grumble::) I'm starting to relax. I had to teach today. A group of Czechs my mother's age on an article discussing ironworkers in New York of all things, but I did well. I was thrown to the sharks and survived round one. Tomorrow will most likely be harder as my students will supposedly know little to no English, but this is it. This is really testing me for moving abroad and doing this for a living - that is, if Teach For America doesn't have me.
But for now, I will bathe and attempt to organize my room. Tomorrow I will write again.
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