If I think I’m going to have an adventure, I bring my camera. I bring my camera because I like using pictures when I blog about my adventures – I feel like I’m half-hashing a post when I put it up without pictures. (Also, I acknowledge that I’m part of an ADD generation who probably won’t read a entire post without visual aids).
Hang on; let me get back on topic here.
So I went on my first teacher’s conference. It was a two-day/one-night excursion in Tabor. I actually don’t know how many teachers were there, but there were a lot of us. More than thirty. I knew several prior to take-off because I made a point of meeting up with a few people from the language department during the summer, but on the whole it was me and a bus full of strangers.
I’m used to being the new girl and I’m used to being the weird one and the youngest and, you know, whatever. HOWEVER, I also very heavily rely on my ability to talk my way into people’s good graces. The obvious problem here is that not many of my colleagues can speak English and … I don’t speak Czech.
Oh, I’ve learned a few phases like, “Ráda poslouchám vlaky, protože mě uspávají, ale ze všeho nejvíc mám ráda, když zpíváš.” Literal translation? “I like listening to trains because they put me to sleep, but more than anything, I like it when you sing.”
When will I ever need to use that?
A penguin at the Stuttgart Zoo and Botanical Garden.
Honestly, I can’t say when I first got struck with wanderlust. I can say that I was always enthralled with George Bailey describing to little Mary Thatch all the places he would visit in the movie “It’s a Wonderful Life.” I was equally enraptured by the scene where he held his long arms out to show just how big a suitcase he would need for his adventures and, as inconvenient as it is to carry around a huge, leather traveling case without wheels, I’m a little disappointed that I don’t have something to put my own traveling stickers on.
When people ask me where I want to go the most, I don’t have an answer. That’s like asking what my favorite color is – I like them all! (I know, I know – we all hate people who don’t have a favorite color).
So coming to Prague was like the first step in a grand adventure. Yes, it’s work. It’s good work that I’m doing here. And I try not to distract from the fact that I came here for a purpose.
How can I describe literally the most unbelievable doctor’s appointment I have ever had? I want to draw you a picture of Alice falling down a rabbit hole into Wonderland, but instead of finding the Mad Hatter she finds a crazy, anti-communist doctor who oddly resembles Albert Einstein.
In order to finish the paperwork for my visa (which I’m beginning to think is actually just a hoax run by people with a sick fascination for watching others run through bureaucratic mazes like lab rats) I needed to get cleared by a doctor. Just a quick visit to make sure I wasn’t radiating nuclear waste or coughing up organs.
The doctor, pre-approved by the school where I’ll be working, has a home office – that is to say, his office is in the basement of a large relic of a house on top of a hill. The basement.