Showing posts with label travel. Show all posts
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Thursday, February 9, 2012

some of my homies...

Sometimes I find it really bizarre that my two lives are so separate, there is me at home with my family and old friends, high heels and perfume, walks along the ocean and reading at coffee shops and then there is me abroad with friends who become best friends within days, broken shoes (damn you impractical cobblestones) and cheap perfume, aimless wandering through new cities and long hours spent at pubs with a mix of nationalities that would impress the UN.

Yet the two rarely merge, every now and again a friend from home will come and travel with me and it's only then that I feel that they really get a chance to fully understand me, to see me in my element, natural and vulnerable like you would never be at home.

So upon this reflection I decided that I should write a quick bio of the people who are the most involved in my Czech life this year. People that through photos and stories you probably feel like you already know something about. It feels important to somehow document them since for most of you they will never be more than a face and a name.

So here's some fun anecdotes about them:

Laura is from Boston, USA. She loves cats, like in a weird cat lady way, viral cat videos (shocker), robes and nighties. She also inexplicably loves the UK and would like to marry a British man, preferably with a beard and a cat. Contrary to the crazy middle aged woman you are probably envisioning she is actually a young, fashionable woman who hides her crazy well. She's kind of like a female Chandler, she's awkward, funny and lovely all at the same time.

Whitney is from Rhode Island, USA. She's ginger, loves to sing and takes a really long time to get to the point when telling stories. She often makes rash decisions (like say, getting two kittens from a woman at the museum or buying a violin that she doesn't know how to play) but she is also one of the bravest people I know and she genuinely likes meeting new people (she may or may not have given her phone number to bus drivers - note the use of the plural - and Mormons peddling religion on the street). She is essentially Giselle from the film 'Enchanted', she is sweet to the point of naivety, in a wholesome 'people really are lovely' kind of way.

Lisa is from somewhere in or around Birmingham, UK. (Like when I say I am from Vancouver because no one knows where Victoria is.) She doesn't have a Brummie accent though (thankfully). She loves tea (obviously, I mean she is British) and curry (again, seriously stereotyping her culinary interests based on her nationality, but if the shoe fits...) She has hidden talents like playing the piano and she can name every country in the world. She is funny when you least expect it and loves owls (not like Laura loves cats though...) And can also speak more Czech than she lets on...

Gabi, is from Jablonec, CZ, which is the next city over. She loves hockey and beer (hence why we get on so well) and plays a sport called 'Florbal' (essentially floor hockey) which she is quite good at. She is cute and sweet and seemingly innocent, but get a couple of pints in her and she has a very sick sense of humour, which I adore. She is drop dead gorgeous and doesn't know it which of course just makes her more lovely (as if that was possible) and is engaged to Jirka, whom I refer to as Tom Cruise because of his similar profile (not because of a fall from epic to kinda creepy). Jirka is wildly inappropriate a lot of the time and has the funniest English, which actually improves when he drinks. He told me he learnt some of his vocab from porn (at least he's honest I suppose) and at times has shocked me to the point where I've spat beer out, which if you know me well, you know is a feat in itself.

Lani is from North Carolina, USA. She also loves hockey and beer, in fact she is even still playing hockey and has her gear over here which deserves respect, hockey bags are big and heavy. She loves to bake cakes, especially when stressed, and also shares my passion for bacon, even though she's Jewish (which she is clearly not very good at). She's super smart and has amazing curly hair and she calls toques, toboggans, apparently that's a thing where she is from, but who am I to judge, I thought everyone called them toques until I left Canada.

Suzanne is from Iowa, USA, because apparently everybody in the Czech Republic is American...(seriously, there are so many of them here.) We met randomly at a cabin in the mountains (which sounds super dodgy but isn't, I promise) during my first days here. Suzanne introduced me to Strahov Monastic Brewery, the Lennon Wall, Bohemian Bagel, langoš and trdelník, and together we discovered Beer Cheese, one of the BEST inventions ever. She loves coffee (which we drank lots of in Turkey when we travelled there together last spring) and is just a genuinely lovely person. We refer to each other as Habibi (Arabic for 'my beloved'), a word taught to us by an old Saudi Arabian man at our guesthouse in Istanbul, while he was trying to seduce Suzanne in to becoming his 4th (and final) wife. Legit, it happened and I didn't try to stop it at all, in fact if you listen to her version of the story I was encouraging it...but why would you believe her, right?

While these are definitely not ALL of the people who have had important roles in my Czech life, they are a sampling and honestly I am just too tired to finish...so maybe this will just have to be Part 1...

Photo left to right: Gabi, Lani, Whitney and Laura



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Monday, June 20, 2011

You're moving where? Honestly. I don't know. (Oct 2010)

Well I suppose it's update time since when I left no one knew how long I was going for or for that matter where I was going - honestly I didn't even know...in fact I didn't know anything until Tuesday - as in yesterday. Before that I was very much on the brink of coming home, but alas randomness was (and probably still is) in my favour and so I will stay in Europe, but not even close to where I thought I was potentially going. And so the (lengthy) story goes...

What I really wanted was to live in the UK, which clearly the world did not want, from the moment I sent out my application for an Ancestry Visa, all hell broke loose. I had to make a trip to Vancouver, postpone my flight, have my fingerprints taken, assemble 1000 documents, train a monkey to do kung fu and pay ridiculous sums of money only to be rejected on the basis of applying with the 'wrong birth certificates'. Not that I sent someone elses, because that would be odd, but in Canada we (apparently) have two different birth certificates, a short form (the card that can't be laminated so mine is wrapped in Saran Wrap and Scotch Tape) and an elusive long form birth ceritifate that no one tells you about until you really need it. So I applied for mine and sent an appeal to the UK Border Agency.

Unsure of how long this would take, I rang up the Appeal Centre to get an estimate, the response?

'6 to 8 months.'

REALLY? 6-8 months? I could have a premature baby in that time. Clearly this entire operation is being run by the Government, because who else would take the gestation period of a reindeer to look at a piece of paper and determine that THEY had in fact issued it. To top it all off Visa Services doesn't have a phone number. Not just they are unlisted. They simply do not have a phone. Apparently they are operating in some sort of pre-Alexander Bell era where it is ok to only respond via telegraphs and carrier pigeons.

So my choices were: postpone my flight until an undetermined date and not make my goal of reaching 25 countries by the time I turned 25 (which at this point was a week and a half away and I only needed 2 more countries to make it) and pay an additional £100 or I could say stuff it and go, reach my goal and see what happened.

My decision was made on Thursday and Monday I set off for Seattle. Upon arrival in the UK I was detained at Immigration and put in a little roped off square of shame which was mostly filled with refugees, criminals...and me, all because of my as of yet failed application for a UK visa, when they finally let me go, 2 hours later, I had to run to the train and then to the bus, which I very nearly missed, to get to Leeds where I would visit my friend Charlie & her family.

My week in Leeds was fabulous, Charlie's family was wonderful, I got to go to a wedding, visit York and eat at a Jamie Oliver restaurant. The only downfalls during that week were that my visa card was 'comprimised' and then cancelled, followed by the buttons on my phone refusing to work (which ultimately means I am carrying around a phone to look cool...one step further than Visa Services I might add).

A couple days in to my England trip I received an email from my mum saying that Visa Services had overturned the decision on my appeal and just needed me to send my passport to Ottawa...well that was all well and good except I needed it to fly to Denmark so I could go to Sweden (where I would stay with another friend and visit both Denmark and Sweden completing my 25 by 25 goal), and so I assumed (wrongly) that I would just send my passport back to Canada after I arrived in Sweden, they'd put the pretty little visa in it and then I'd be off to the UK to work.

I was separated from my passport for exactly one month.

At some point during that month they decided to tell me (which was very kind of them since they didn't find it in their interest to correspond with me very often) that I couldn't have the visa because I was outside of Canada.

Fine. Whatever. I give up, just send me my passport back.

But due to the fact that they operate with the speed and efficiency that one can only expect from a government agency I did not hear back about my passport until Monday morning. As in Monday October 19th (I sent it to them on September 22).

At this point I couldn't find a country where I could get a visa without returning to Canada and I was quickly running out of money because Sweden is expensive, like $21 for a dish towel expensive. So I decided that it was time to get over it and go home.

But, life had different plans for me....

Last Thursday I got an email in my junk box about a job in the Czech Republic teaching Kindergarden (I had signed up months ago to receive updates regarding job postings for Europe, but as of yet, none that I could actually apply for) so I figured 'why not?' and sent in my resume.

The next day I got an email saying that I was one of their favourite applicants (they actually wrote that. Favourite.)  so if I could please complete a two page application form and make a small (humiliating) video clip of me introducing vocabulary to children (that I don't have) and post it on YouTube (where the whole world could view it) they would set me up for an interview via skype.

I did everything they asked and sent it all Monday morning. Interviewed with them Monday afternoon and was offered a job on Tuesday. They asked me to start ASAP so my mum FedExed my passport to me and booked my flight (I couldn't because of the whole visa card drama. She's pretty great like that.) So I fly Friday morning for Prague! What? Seriously. I know. I am moving to a city called Liberec (which I had never heard of until yesterday) but it has a hockey team and I'll be working at a Kindergarten.

And so this next part of what can only be described as an adventure begins! It will probably take me awhile to motivate myself to sit down and write a long update such as this one...and half of you probably didn't even make it to the end because it is closer to a short novel than an appropriated lengthed update...but a sequel will come eventually.


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