This week I finally seemed to have some sort of routine. I woke up. Got out of bed. Dragged a comb across my head. Went to class. Drank too much hot chocolate. Ate dinner. It was all very...normal. I didn't feel like a tourist. I felt like I was just living here.
Of course, that was until it was time to do laundry. I know this is a typically "dumb American" thing to say, but the United States wins laundry. Sure, I was able to get my clothes clean. But laundry is not meant to be a two day process! The washing machine went seemingly well until I pulled my clothes out and they were absolutely sopping wet. I left them in the dryer for TWO HOURS, constantly emptying the water tray that America was smart enough not to feature on their dryers. My night was literally a steaming, soaking pile of underwear. Defeated and without any pants to wear out that night, I got resourceful. I hung clothes in the shower, all over the kitchen cabinets, and by the windows. The cleaning staff was kind enough to turn the fans on for me, since apparently I actually am to stupid to figure that out on my own. And the worst part? I have to do it again in a week.
But that's not the point! I truly am coming in to my own. I went for a walk by myself, checked out all the little wooden toy shops, the abundance of Russian nesting dolls, and the marionette puppets. I got lost. Very lost. And when a Czech police officer tried to give me directions, I understood at least three words of what he said. He kindly pointed me in the direction that led to the American tourism office, where I received real directions.
I went out last night and drank beer and pina coladas (the national Czech drink of course), and I frolicked in the snow like the silly drunk American woman I was meant to become. And today I did the same thing, only sober. We walked around Old Town, got coffee, went to a book shop, and trudged through snow. Seriously, it needs to stop snowing. I haven't seen sunlight in three weeks.
And now it's picture time!
Laundry, Czech style.
Continuation of my unnatural fascination with dolls.
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