Two years later update: Native Tišnov residents, I do know that Tišnov is not a village. But it seemed like it at the time!
Village is a funny word in English. It implies the simple and rustic. The ancient and agricultural. A symbiotic organization of life that probably doesn’t exist in the modern U.S….or not the one I know, at least. In Tišnov I have all the modern amenities and yet,
And I have some local chickens to thank for some delicious scrambled eggs.
Everyone has a garden here. EVERYONE! And they constantly eat and make food from what they’ve produced with their own care.
It’s such a small little town, and yet I love the peace and the freedom, the dogs running around on the street, the smell of the breeze, the sound of children babbling in strollers as they’re taken for walks, chickens clucking and boys riding their bikes and sometimes even just the sound of quiet. And I still can’t quite get over waking up to see this…
*** But alas, things are not always simple. This is my first full, head-on week of teaching. Every week I teach 18-20 hours with kids 11-19 years of age. Every class is different, but I’m loving it. I get to play a lot of games, and
impress invariably become the cause of giggle fits when I say anything at all in Czech. I make a lot of powerpoints; for example, about NYC, American healthcare system, US geography/sightseeing, art and architecture. It’s a demanding job but I hope to fall into a rhythm soon. I’m getting the most regular sleep I probably ever have, going to sleep at 10pm and waking at 5:30am every. single. day. BY CHOICE.
*** Some other updates: As of last Thursday, I finally have a Czech phone! #backtobasics
I also discovered the best beer in the whole world. From Plzen.
Wheat beer, coriander and orange, baby.