"My Name is Czech Republic and Everything I Do is Difficult" - Sara Stetson
So I just wrote this brilliant entry-but European wireless failed me while I was posting it. Alas I will try to recreate it.
"Hi My Name is the Czech Republic and Everything I do is Difficult"- Sara Stetson
So maybe everything the Czech Republic does isn't difficult....it's just difficult for me. I blame the language barrier personally, something to do with the word yes being "ano"- how that makes sense to anyone is incomprehensible to me. I feel a bit like Alice did when she fell through the looking glass. Everything just seems upside down and topsy turvy. For example...
I'm fast but everything else is slow. Which is to be expected and fairly enjoyable. Yet, somehow I still manage to try the local's patience on the sidewalk even WITH my Manhattan "I'm-very-important-and-have-much-better-things-to-do-than-you" power walk.
I'm loud and everyone else is quiet. I think even Dad might be shocked to know that I've magically discovered my "indoor voice."
Everyone's introverted and shy and a wee bit suspicious. YET, they make out everywhere: in the tram, next to the fam., in a box, with a fox.
*NEW SECTION*
In memory of the Metro Rebellion of 2008, I have begun a new section entitled "Why the Czechs Are NOT So Velvety" aka proof that the Czech people are not the submissive commies we all think they are- in fact their so Un-red they really should be GREEN. However I do anticipate some issues with the Irish on being "green"-or even Al Gore- so perhaps they could alternate by the day of the week. Although technically in the color spectrum cyan would be the opposite but whatever. ANYWHO:
Proof: Today at TESCO (Czech K-Mart on crack where you can buy anything and I do my grocery shopping) this waddling, balding man *CUT* me in line. And it wasn't even subtle it was more of a xenophobic "silly-person-who-doesn't-understand-czech-announcements-and-lit-signs (I didn't go because the person was still ringing up and I consider that rude!)-get-out-of-the-way" and then he cackled insanely. OKAY- he didn't actually cackle. But it would've been a way better end to the story. Although the best would've been if I had doused him with water and then he screamed "I'm melting!!!!"
Shutting off the overactive imagination and signing off (for now...)
Dobry Vecer!
"Hi My Name is the Czech Republic and Everything I do is Difficult"- Sara Stetson
So maybe everything the Czech Republic does isn't difficult....it's just difficult for me. I blame the language barrier personally, something to do with the word yes being "ano"- how that makes sense to anyone is incomprehensible to me. I feel a bit like Alice did when she fell through the looking glass. Everything just seems upside down and topsy turvy. For example...
I'm fast but everything else is slow. Which is to be expected and fairly enjoyable. Yet, somehow I still manage to try the local's patience on the sidewalk even WITH my Manhattan "I'm-very-important-and-have-much-better-things-to-do-than-you" power walk.
I'm loud and everyone else is quiet. I think even Dad might be shocked to know that I've magically discovered my "indoor voice."
Everyone's introverted and shy and a wee bit suspicious. YET, they make out everywhere: in the tram, next to the fam., in a box, with a fox.
*NEW SECTION*
In memory of the Metro Rebellion of 2008, I have begun a new section entitled "Why the Czechs Are NOT So Velvety" aka proof that the Czech people are not the submissive commies we all think they are- in fact their so Un-red they really should be GREEN. However I do anticipate some issues with the Irish on being "green"-or even Al Gore- so perhaps they could alternate by the day of the week. Although technically in the color spectrum cyan would be the opposite but whatever. ANYWHO:
Proof: Today at TESCO (Czech K-Mart on crack where you can buy anything and I do my grocery shopping) this waddling, balding man *CUT* me in line. And it wasn't even subtle it was more of a xenophobic "silly-person-who-doesn't-understand-czech-announcements-and-lit-signs (I didn't go because the person was still ringing up and I consider that rude!)-get-out-of-the-way" and then he cackled insanely. OKAY- he didn't actually cackle. But it would've been a way better end to the story. Although the best would've been if I had doused him with water and then he screamed "I'm melting!!!!"
Shutting off the overactive imagination and signing off (for now...)
Dobry Vecer!