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Sunday in Kostelec Nad Cernymi Lesy

By DD - Last updated: Sunday, April 1, 2012

Bottled waterThe sun was finally shining this morning! For the first time, I had a good night sleep of maybe 8.5 hours which is still not enough for me, still jet lagged. My eyes were so red! There are no facecloth in my room here so guess what I am using…a sock! A woman’s gotta do what a woman’s gotta do! So I took my little blue sock and soaked it in cold water and put it on my red tired eyes and tried to wake up. I made myself a warm cereal beverage, got dressed and went to Zeleny Dum for my breakfast.
Ilona was there and I asked her if she spoke English and she called Liba who said she wasn’t working today but she would come to help me tell the cook Richard what I could have. We decided on scrambled eggs and roasted onions with two croissants. Richard came out of the kitchen with the pan to make sure it was ok and Cook at Zeleny Dumcame to show me the onions! I thought that was so sweet! Ilona served me fresh mint tea and brought some honey for my second croissant. It was so good! I made sure to give my complement to the cook as well for the previous evening’s chicken and rice which made him very happy.
Back in the  room, I realized my adapter was still in the restaurant’s plug so I had to put my coat back on and walked out to go take it back. Of of the employee, maybe the manager, looked at me and put his hand on his head…doh! Yes indeed! I thought I might as well go to the pharmacy while I’m out.
Pet store in Kostelec nad Cernymi LesyOnce in the little building that also houses the bank, a man is sitting in a chair in front of the closed pharmacy, telling me it’s Sunday and that the pharmacy is closed in Czech. When he sees I don’t understand him he is talking louder and says more words that I don’t understand any more than I did before! So I am thinking maybe he has something I might need in his little news stand for the purpose of my trip to the pharmacy: something to calm down the travel diarrhea my mother warned me about when I told her I had been drinking tap water since I arrived in Czech Republic. So how else than miming to explain what I need! So I start miming something coming fast of my bum…he says “toilet paper”? I “Ne” and I give a sign meaning I give up… I thought this was impossible anyway… But Boy did we laugh when I told mama D while video chatting!
I laughed all the way back to my room and tried to have a little nap after The square in Kostelec n. c. l. chatting a bit with Dami back home. I didn’t sleep but it felt good to lay down and close my eyes. I love my room, it’s quiet, clean and very well decorated but it’s right above the owner’s garage and it smells like gas. I am glad I am not staying longer because I am not sure this is very healthy to breathe and actually it probably is carcinogenic. I am not sure it would be worth mentioning to the owners because there is probably not much they can do and they must know already.
I had some slices of the apple I brought with me from the hotel 16 in Prague and went out for a walk. The sun was out but the air was still very cold. I walked up to the health store (Zdrava Vyziva) Blanka told me about Friday and came back. I was feeling better but not too adventurous and walked back to the center. The smells, the sounds and the sights made it for a very interesting walk. I was fascinated by the door handles that all looked different. I thought about taking some pictures but I decided not to: I have plenty of time to take some pictures in Prague anyway.
Kutnohorska UliceI was mesmerized by the bird’s songs new to my ears and tried to figure out what they were, some looked like chickadees and some up on the clock of the square looked like doves. Also, the smoke filling the main street from the coal burning in one building’s chimney made interesting patterns. As I stop to take a picture, I hear someone knocking on a window across the street and as I turn my head to see, it’s Richard, the cook from the restaurant waving at me. I wave back and I decide to go in and thank him again for taking good care of me and ask him if I can post his picture on my website! I am glad he didn’t mind. I wonder if Liba will remember the address…
My supper today consisted of the leftover rice with a can of sardines with a Kiri cream cheese square and a slice of red pepper. For my late night snack I had a cup of oatmeal with half a banana and some maple syrup brought from home. So that’s about what happened today and I am ready for another good night of sleep!

A Ghost Town on a Saturday Night

By DD - Last updated: Sunday, April 1, 2012

After the wedding reception, my ride brought me back to a poorly lit ghost town. No matter how many times anyone would tell me this is a safe town and I don’t need to worry, I just cannot help but feel a little uneasy every time I walk in the alley to my door.
After chatting with Dami and Mama D, I thought I’d better go out and try to find something to eat before it was too late. It turned out mostly everything was closed and the Vietnamese woman in the very small convenience store didn’t understand I wanted plain sardines in oil only and nothing else. I said “Restaurace” and left and walked across the street to Zeleny Dum.
The Dining room at Zeleny DumI walked in and I wasn’t sure I was in a restaurant, there was nobody and way in the back in the smoked filled bar, was a waitress who knew who I was because in this small village everybody knows each other and the owner of the pension where I am living had called her because she knew she was one of the few who spoke English. I walked towards her and said “mluvite Anglicky?” She came to see me and I started crying… I was so tired and hungry. I had food at the wedding but only for lunch and now I was hungry and desperate. I told the barmaid called  Liba that I was on a restricted diet and that there many foods I couldn`t eat. She brought me in the kitchen and introduced me to the cook Richard who prepared for me plain grilled chicken with plain white rice that I brought to my room. While I waited, it was quite uncomfortable being the only woman among a buch of bored drinking young men. Liba pointed out to 3 of them whom she said were eager to practice English. I declined the offer and kept my back turned. No offense to these young men, they were probably very nice but it didn’t seem appropriate.
So Liba scolded me and told me I shouldn’t stay in my room and not to be afraid to go out and go to the restaurant whenever I felt lonely or hungry; they would prepare anything I wanted if it was possible. The cook mentioned he had been 9 months to Irak, probably meaning he would defend me if anything happened to me. So Liba told me to come for breakfast and to ask the waitress to go and get the cook.
She offered to accompany me to the mini Vietnamese convenience store across the street and chose the right kind of water for me because she didn’t trust the tap water which Mama  D thinks might make me ill. I also was able to find the right sardines with in oil. How nice of her to leave her work.
The chicken and rice were delicious and it felt nice to have a good meal. After a nice evening in touch with home, I went to bed and had a good night sleep.