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.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Tak, we begin in Praha.

Before we get to the meat, allow me to go on a tight literary rampage.

A couple of weeks ago I re-read one of Nabokov’s early essays entitled, Good Readers and Good Writers, which can be found here.

I have become obsessed with this idea of not only wanting to improve my writing, but making it something, something tangible that you can mold and shape on your own. Alas, I have already committed the first sin of a writer, 'creating an expectation even before the writing begins'. I guess what I am curious about is inorder to be a good writer must we only write fiction? Or is their room for a reader to write a memoir of their experiences without the illusion of being on a mountaintop of moss covered lament (see 'But the real writer, the fellow who sends planets spinning and models a man asleep...')? For Nabokov can non-fiction be good writing?

Tangential segments ends.

Tak, we begin in Praha.

This past weekend I had the occasion to meet with some friends in Prague, Nové Město, where I was the final stop on binge drinking tour of Munich and, for some, greater Europe. Seeing friends was just what I need to pull through after what has been a long month of newness. My thoughts on Prague are this:

1. The Jazz Boat Canal Tour is the best place to take a lady if you want to impress her.
2. The Drunken Monkey might not want to be the place you follow it up with.
3. Crying on the street definitely makes you look American.
4. If you are out till 4 expect to be in bed till 4.
5. You are probably better off not ordering four liters of Banana beer unless more than three people are interested in drinking it.
6. Never sit down and just order beers around dinner time because your waiter is bound to hate you.
7. Always sit next to the gentleman with the Burger King t-shirt sporting traditional German garb.
8. The best tours are night walking tours when you are not quite sure where you are headed.
9. Women always get in free at the topless dancing bar.
10. Go to at least one Irish bar because, like anywhere else, they will always find you.
11. My gig here in Litomyšl is pretty great.

The trip was grand, but running into fellow English teachers in Prague who have to work industry jobs, on top of teaching, just to make ends meet, makes me me thankful for my job here. Admittedly, even though I have lived in a city for the past five years, the amount of people was a little overwhelming at first and I had a similar anxiety when I was in Bratislava as well. Perhaps I am just a bit more country than I thought.

Sorry, Nabokov, but this world I cannot create without showing pictures.

If only you could hear some of that Dixie Land that was playing downstairs on the boat... wait!


What happens when the Whirlaway, Chicago, meets Drunken Monkey, Prague.



Still smelling the rotting flesh of banana corpses with each belch-na zdraví.


Even from far away the castle is, well....

One of the main reasons I am excited to travel to Olomouc is to see the second astronomical clock in Czech Republic. This one is of course the famous one in Prague.

This was a beautiful sculpture in what I am assuming is Old Town. Guesses?

& this is what I was happy to come back to.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Traditions and Teaching Tips

The skies were a bit gray today, but I am told that they will clear up just in time for my weekend exploration to Prague. Two more weeks of summer despite the progression of the celestial calendar, but Happy Autumn to everyone!

After three hours of coffee at my co-teacher, Ivetta's, home, I come home to write of new found knowledge of traditions and customs of a Czech wedding. Yesterday, I talked about lunch and how it is the most important meal of the day, but what I forgot to mention is the prevalence of soup (polévka) before the meal. For example, everyday at my school the children have soup before the main course (Yes! Did I mention my job includes a lunch time and snack time? That means traditional Czech Food daily!) Even when I have attended meals at peoples homes there is always a soup course before the main meal. It's wonderful, I love soup, and I suppose it doesn't seem all that different from someone ordering a soup or salad before their meal at a restaurant, but I have never consistently had a soup 'course' before a meal. How this relates to tradition and customs... Today Ivetta and her husband Mirek were showing me pictures from the niece's wedding and I can across one picture of the husband and wife covered and bound together by a cloth while eating from the same bowl of soup, example. I had never seen anything like this, but apparently this a wedding tradition, read: eating the soup jointly. I kind of like the theory behind this and it makes me think how lucky I am to have all that soup to myself!

Tak.

I have been asked by the TEFL Institute to do a little write-up for their newsletter and since I am going to include my blog in the write-up, I thought I should start adding some pertinent information for prospective EFL teachers. So this is for you future TEFL Institute Alum.

1. Children love singing. No, really. Sometimes the only way I can get them to stop hitting themselves is to start playing a song. Super Simple Songs is a great place to start for Beginning learners. My students love "Walking, Walking" on CD 1 & bonus, they finally understand when I say stop. The videos for the songs and the teaching tips on the website are dynamite--the children love seeing the other children preform.

2. Never underestimate the power of a talking monkey. A week ago I started integrating some of the Cheeky Monkey Material into my lesson plans and while the songs leave little to be desired that's where you can supplement with SSS.

3. Children's attention span, especially when it comes to listening to someone who isn't speaking their native language, are fleeting at best. I've found that sometimes what works is having someone else do the talking for me. Peppa the Pig has been a wonderful way to get the children to settle down and the episodes are short enough that the children do not become restless. Sticking children in front of a TV (computer screen), I know how it sounds, but if you use it in addition to other material it becomes invaluable as a reference to other areas you might have taught--i.e. my student are now obsessed with pointing out everything that's pink and whenever I say pig they all oink!

While I primarily teach children in the morning, my afternoons are filled with adult tutoring and high school EFL Classes. I like that I am getting the opportunity to teach English to students of many different levels.


Sorry picture fans, nothing new, but after Prague...

Monday, September 19, 2011

Výborně

It seems as if I have been going through a period of what some might refer to as acculturation (see third mini paragraph here), or colloquially coined, culture shock, an assimilation to a new lifestyle. Apparently there are four stages of this culture shock (see dippy article here). While there may be some validity to 1, 3, & 4, section 2 (dvě) is for the birds. Perhaps this is why I have been a little preoccupied. 'Honeymooning', either in relationship or with a country, has always caused a bit of distraction and absence from reality. Admittedly, it has not been all rainbows and kisses/butterflies; I miss my friends terribly, I miss showers, & I would do anything for a cult classic Reuben, but there are a scads of things that have been making the shift happen a bit more facilely: an awesome host family, devil sausage, storybook environs (thanks, Lady T), dirt-cheap pivo, & the arrival of another English teacher who seems hell bent on exploration. I'm continuing to grasp the ways of this culture & with a few more tweaks I should be able to consider myself an 'enthusiast' soon.

1. Lunch. It is supposed to be the biggest meal of the day! For a while I was wondering if these siestas were normal. Lunch is HUGE, astronomical, bigger than a Big Mac... Adjustment to my afternoon siesta and later bed time were definitely required. So many potatoes... so much meat...

2. Waking up early. Always a fan of early rising I thought I was the exception, along with the elderly who are up at 5 am, but no, Litomyšlans wake up early--unless they, like Alex, don't go to bed till early morning.

3. Cafeing. Drinking káva/coffee in the cafe should take your around 90 minutes. Expect to sit down and enjoy it. I have yet to see someone with a take away/to-go coffee cup. Also, & perhaps this is unique to my language barrier issues, but so far I have been unable to order a 'black' cup of coffee that doesn't come with espresso grinds at the bottom. Tips from the gallery?

4. Recycling. Everyone Recycles. Glass. Plastic. Paper. & even compost material. At the end of most streets are recycling hubs, which do not have places to throw non-recyclable (word?) garbage (this mistake I made and had to walk all the way to my school with a bag of trash). Grocery stores also have these spinning recycling centers where you can return empty beer bottle for 3CZK, which at the grocery store is 1/3 of the cost of a bottle of beer.

5. ABBA. Last week I took what is called a "hiking class", which I will now take every Wednesday with one of my students, Alice. In a recent letter to my friend I wrote this: I am not quite sure why it is called "hiking", but I have never listened to ABBA for that length of time (people here love Abba, akin to the way Lady Gaga has her following of "little monsters"). Now, this hiking class is 45 minutes of power walking on an elevated treadmill with jazzercize steps thrown in, see for example the Ok Go video 'Here It Goes Again'. I think after two more classes I should be able to make a music video for at least one ABBA song.

6. Bratislava. Just because they work in the Czech Embassy does not mean they are going to be as friendly as Litomyšlans, they still live in Bratislava. Twenty minutes is equivalent to a knowing forty-five. I would choose Kournas over Euros, Czech is split from Slovakia for a reason. On Visas? You're better off going to Vienna.

The Grad School roster is finally in. Can't you tell I am practicing for the GRE? Also, pitches are just about in to the Tribune, Red Eye, Reader, Herald, and a slew of unread travel journals.

For you picture readers:

Home on the bří pátů.

All for the fancy price of 25 CZK--Take that $2.50 PBR.

$1000 in Vic Gratitude if you can give me the scientific name for Skeleton-Skull-Shell-Bug.

I wasn't kidding about the mushrooms.

What happens to your knee when running and you get distracted by patches of aforementioned mushrooms.


Ghosting and haunting with bílá paní at the top of the watch tower in Litomyšl Castle.

Sunset from the tower of the Chateau.


From the stage of the 'oldest' theater in Europe (1796 is pretty old).


Creepy, creepy, doll exhibit in the castle--especially when you are on a private tour and it's dark & toys are supposed to come to life with spinning heads.


Xanadu Part II. My favorite tree and accordingly the view from my new bench in černa hora. Akin to Palmer Square Park, no?