Friday, October 28, 2011

Imperative Posting

While is there is much to report on:

*Josef Vachal
*Contemporary Pelišky/Cinema
*Eating Healthy in Czech
*Current Curiosities
*Vice documentary in North Korea
*Publication
&
*General Wellness

I would like to enjoy and celebrate the creation of Czechoslovakia via 28.10.1918. Even though it is no longer Czechoslovakia let's remember that there was some freedom, for a minute...

However, a recent photo opportunity has arisen and cannot be passed upon by this postee.

Yes, yes, as I was walking to work today I randomly spotted a roaming peacock. This simply reaffirms that I have found my appropriate destination. Finally, I am among my own kind.


"When you give a Czech child an iPhone" you will most certainly have 23 pictures of her and close-ups of nostrils.


The view from a new favorite place to sit in town


The kaštan games. Even the most uninspired adults can't help but feeling giddy when they find hidden chestnuts on the ground.


Why must this thing stare at me when I am trying to write? Thanks Váchal, for inspiring the owners of my coffee shop with your "Bloody Novel" musings.

Sunday, October 16, 2011

On life in Litomyšl and some other places

My latest article for the TEFL Institute Newsletter w/ pictures. & Get this, now they are going to pay for little articles like this, snap!

From sulfuric geysers in Iceland, to the pagodas of Burma, to the formerly tyrannical Red Square of Moscow, to the intense fusion that is small island of Mauritius; I have seen innumerable countries. However, at twenty-four, I was filled with lament that while I could boast a myriad of travelling experiences I had never lived, really lived, somewhere long enough to feel homesick, develop the routines of a host country, or fully know a culture inside and out.

In January of 2011 I made a New Year’s Resolution that I would be teaching abroad by the end of the year. I walked into the TEFL institute office in Chicago and slapped down the largest investment I had made in myself since I graduated college three years prior. I signed up to take the nine-week online certification course and it was all uphill from there. While resolutions of this sort may seem idealistic and trivial, sometimes that lofty goal becomes important when you need to push yourself through the endlessly exhausting and horrifying tasks of: finishing the course, completing the practicum, applying for employment, leaving friends and family, acquiring a visa and/or necessary documents before leaving, and eventual acclimation to your new destination. If you have the goal in the beginning, by the end of it all you will be remiss if you an unable to acknowledge your accomplishments of making it that far (literally and figuratively). Having been through this process, and living here on my own, it is my whole belief that if I want to do something I can actually do it, which is something I never believed before.

I had applied to forty-two positions in twenty-five different countries and had had eleven interviews before I chose my final destination. Needless to say, I was not actually sure where I wanted to go, but I knew I wanted to find an institution that fit all my needs including: the type of students I would be teaching, the location of the school, visa woes, medical insurance, and the actual economics of it (would I be making enough money).

I eventually found my job on TEFL.com, but I found many tempting positions on Tesall.com and esljobsworld.com. I have kept in contact with a few of these recruiters for my next adventure.

I am currently living in Litomyšl, Czech Republic, which is about two hours east of Prague. While Prague, Brno, and Plzen appear to be the hot spots for English teachers in Czech Republic, I had been living in a big city for five years and I was interested in testing out my big fish-little pond theory, as well as some of the more pastoral areas of Eastern Bohemia. My town is one of the most beautiful places. At the city center sits a massive castle and Cathedral, which are surrounded by a lavish town square, historic Jewish graveyards, great biking trails, and (to me) a large forest about ten minutes from my home. While I do not have some of the amenities of larger cities- i.e. many disco techs and cafés open all hours of the night—I find that being one of two native speakers in a town of 10,000 definitely has its perks. Throughout the course of the week I am often invited to dine with a family, join one of my students for a hiking class at the gym, see a fellow teachers band play in the square, or even join new friends out for a beer. Given that the town is so small, there are limited degrees of separation. I can be at the kino (cinema) and someone will speak to me in Czech and I will politely and blushingly have to say, I’m sorry, I do not speak Czech well. Do you speak English? To this they will reply, Oh! You are the English teacher from the Kindergarten, I have heard about you! You are teaching Jakub. I am his Aunt or “You live with the Dvořák’s my daughter went to school with them.”

I work through a language school that has contracted me out to work with one of the local kindergartens in town. This is the first year of any English curriculum at the kindergarten and the first time that many of the children have come into contact with a native English teacher. I love being part of an innovative curriculum project in a small town that is attempting to bridge the gap and connect people from different cultures and languages. While at times the task of teaching these children English can be daunting, and the pressure to make this class a success utterly overwhelming, it is worth it when you see the children recognize a color that you have said. I have a co-teacher who speaks to the children only in Czech and I speak to the children only in English. This dynamic has been working wonderfully so far and I am eager to see the continued language advancements of my students. One of the reasons I chose in Litomyšl, in addition to its beauty, was the opportunity to teach and tutor older students in the afternoon. I had taught children back in the States, but I wanted to take this experience as the opportunity to try out different levels of teaching. I now tutor four adults and teach two basic classes throughout the week. Being able to teach these two different levels has been rewarding each in its own right.

Living in a smaller town is often times more economically sound than living in a big city. To put it in perspective, this past weekend I had the occasion to visit some friends in Praha, and while out, I met a fellow English Teacher who was working behind the bar. According to him a lot of English teachers in Prague work a second job in the industry to make ends meet. He had been living in Prague for four months, but has been working seven days a week for three months. The pay, whether in a big city or small city, is much the same and your expenses in a smaller city are far less than those of a bustling metropolis. Don’t get me wrong, there are some days that I would love the be able to walk out my door and be overwhelmed with the possibility of going anywhere, but for now it remains a nice place to visit.

Teaching and tutoring here in Litomyšl has been wonderful and I am anxious and excited to see what becomes of my Czech language skills and teaching over the next nine months. You can check out my adventures here. & best of luck to all on their upcoming teaching adventures.


Eye-Spy Victoria:

Okay, so I am no in this one, but India is CRAZY crowded & alive with pizazz.

Brazilian Rainforests & large faces holding unknown bugs.


Attempting to learn Tai Chi on the piers of Hong Kong. Very bad at it.


Waxing nostalgia for sulphuric geysers in Iceland with Dad.


Notre-Dame de Paris-whatever, I eat Bacon Strips.

Finding home 4 years ago in Prague, Czech Republic, but probably should not stand at a bus stop like that.


On my final days in Moscow.

Tsukiji Fish Market in Tokyo that's how we all travel around. Werd.

Takin’ the homepaths

These past few weeks I have been battling a myriad of illnesses and general laryngeal malaise, which I can only seem to equate to my current occupation of running around and frolicking with cesspools of bacteria and germs, i.e. children. Love them, but hate them when I cannot speak above a whisper and my digested food becomes a wicked sludge that chooses to exit out my throat and nose, lovely.

I am thankful for these mishaps only in so much that they have exposed to me to the intriguing and mysterious Lékárna, or, to the non-Czech, pharmacy. Before coming to Litomyšl I was never so intrigued by health wellness and most certainly not the pharmacy. Sure the Walgreens is cool because I can get Cheetos, Coke, and 'medicine' in the same location, but the Lékárna is fascinating. The Pharmacy here makes it so you feel better. It's like going to the doctor without the hassle. First of all they don’t give you shit like Dayquill, which is simply for the uniformed. Oh no, here it seems to be all about the homeopaths.

At the Lékárna, where thankfully my friend, Alice, ventured with me, they gave me the magical, healing, wonderfulness that is Vicentka. Seriously, this stuff is incredible, it cures EVERYTHING. Runny nose, Vicentka; Laryngitus, Vicentka; Stomachache, Vicentka. With the mondo healing powers of this there is no need for anything else. However, I was in such bad shape that I caved and bought one more healing remedy, Homeovox . I have no idea what this stuff does or what its for, but I know that after taking six of these sugar tabs that I could sing for days, poor children.

For someone who has never been big on taking medicine (I don’t think I have ever finished a full prescription of antibiotics-sorry mom) I think I finally found a line of medicines that’s right for me.

So, what have I learned this week:

1. Never go to the Lékárna alone.
2. Take only homeopaths from now on.
3. Try not to get sick.

If you want to learn more on homeopathy in Czech Republic, like I did, go here & get informed.

Snappy, snap time:

Oh yea, that's the good stuff!



Paying homage to Steve Jobs does not stop at the coasts of America, no sir. Live from Prague.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Titling is not my strong suit.

Occasionally, one needs that reminder, or kick in the butt, to get over themselves and to be thankful for exactly where they are. Sounds trite and sentimental, I know, but it seems that as soon as I want to shut down, curl up in bed, put on “Party Down”, and commiserate with myself because I am feeling alienated or homesick for company, a fortuitous event occurs. Todays happening occurred when my door opened, but from my supine position I could not see who it was, which was odd because the shelves at the end of the bed are only 2 ft. high. Then I see it, a two-foot munchkin bouncing over to me with a plate of apple pastries. I know its playtime and she is so excited and giddy that even the most pitiful of human being cannot ignore her emphatic nature. It is all it takes for me to get up, quit wallowing, and finish everything I wanted to do before I chose to sit down and “be sad”. So thanks, Bets.

All this aside life here is going plavá-ly (a variation on swimmingly). This past Wednesday was St. Wenceslas Day (Den české státnosti); you can learn more about his martyrdom here. Did you know he is also in a Christmas carol-wild! It was nice to have a day off and just as I thought the day was about to turn into a waste (coursing through new curriculum and preparing my write-up for the TEFL Institute alumni newsletters) my favorite person, Aleš, came knocking and invited me to go with the family to Budislav.

Budislav is the most scenic and majestic place. It is paradise, seemingly never ending, and far larger than my beloved Černa Hora. We walked for hours, passing innumerable studanká (plural?) or fresh springs. The most interesting part was Toulovcovy Mastal, the home/hibernation palace of Lawrence Toulovec, which took me a good 30 minutes of at home research (on both Czech and US VPN addresses) to learn more about.

Tangent: If you are living abroad for an extended period and get frustrated when attempting to find basic information via the search engine in your host country then check this out. It will make your life abundantly easier when you want to gather information in your native language as opposed to having to suffer through, the at times horrendous, translations via Google. Bonus, if you are still interested watching some TV programs, changing the VPN will enable you to gain access to Hulu and Netflix.

The story of Lawrence Toulovec is similar to that of a Czech version of “Robin Hood”, but he is very important figure to the history and people of Litomyšl as he built a hospital here in the town square scores of years ago. As I sent in an e-mail to my friend Dario, A man steals from the rich, hides in these wicked series of canyons with his mate, & gives the money to the poor. This area was great because you get to jump and climb on top of all these rocks, through cliffs and canyons, and I felt like a kid exploring. This is of course breaking it down to brass techs, but the story is here if you want to learn something of traditional Czech Fairy tales, history, and have the patience to decipher the Google translation of this story. It was a wonderful afternoon of walking and tracking around. Aleš, Tomáš, and I even found a Geocaching! Ne kaše. & definitely no "cashing"

In our questing, I also learned a great deal about the skills and senses required for mushroom picking. My conclusions are this: White and brown, good. Red with white spots (looking like a Mario, circa Nintendo style, mushroom, bad. In the words of Adam, “It’s good if you want it to be your last mushroom.” To my hallucinogenetically inclined kamarád, rumor/fact has it that these mushrooms may cause some wicked hallucinations. That being said, I am not about to play guinea pig to this experiment, but should I garner further information on this hypothesis of; If I take Mario Mushrooms from Czech Republic, then I will have hallucinations, I will report back and provide detailed ordering information for shipments back to the States.

We ended the evening on another geocash search atop a “small” hill. At the base of this hill stands my Czech boyfriend, in all his wooden, clergyman, glory. Unfortunately, Tomáš has the only photos of our short-lived romance. But not anymore, thanks Aleš for making this dream a reality

Yesterday I ventured to the original open-air market of Czech Republic with new friends Ján & Mišá, but I will report that next time. Along with that will be an impressive break down of my future taste tasting of Czech Beers because Ján says, “Staropramen is the worst beer in Czech Republic” & I have to trust him on that one. Go here to get educated Also, fear not, a reflection on a Charles Olson poem and a mini biography about the man written by Robert Creely.

Picture Mania…





Boo-ya, Queen of this kopec.

U.F.O.--Yet another unidentifiable Czech fruit object. Possibly a black currant?


Autumn fun for the skiddets.


Try to stump me again geocash!

Good mushrooms...


& naughty mushrooms.

Robin Hood ain't got nothin' on the Czech Knights hood. Do


Beautiful roots above ground= prime tripping for non-observant Victoria.

All up in it.


Just because I am feeling a bit egocentric and narcissitstic.