Crashing the Dream
One might think that a journey to the Czech Republic would be magical, like stepping into a transfixing dreamworld. Unfortunately, I have yet to find that elusive state of mind. It has evaded me...
czech it out / ways wattsenglish has wronged me
by Kristy Snyder · Published October 24, 2012 · Last modified June 29, 2015
One might think that a journey to the Czech Republic would be magical, like stepping into a transfixing dreamworld. Unfortunately, I have yet to find that elusive state of mind. It has evaded me...
Needless to say, I was glad when training in Prague was finally over. I was so tired of living in a twelve person dorm room out of my suitcase. At least I had...
I thought I would take a break from NaNoing to give you all an update on my life here in Czech. Drama has been plentiful, so there is certainly a lot to brief on…...
Hello everyone. It’s been a while since I checked in – life has just been crazy with classes and NaNoWriMo. But good news is, I won NaNo (self-congratulatory post to come) and hopefully things...
It is always interesting to experience new aspects of Czech culture. One interesting aspect I was able to observe this weekend was Majáles, a music festival held right here in Hradec Kralove. Translated literally,...
It was a few weeks back now, but I made an awesome weekend trip to Austria with a couple of my fellow teachers. It was super rad. I wish I could legally teach in...
by Kristy Snyder · Published February 2, 2013 · Last modified September 23, 2014
I know, it’s been a long time since I posted. Waaaay too long. I’m not dead, the Czech Republic hasn’t killed me. But it has broken my spirit. Either that, or the winter has...
Sorry about the lack of posts, my faithful blog readers. However, as I noted in the last pseudo-post, I have been feeling depressed. It’s really been getting to me lately. It just wears on...
I’ve been sleeping in a lot of different beds lately. Before you judge me and call me a whore, let me say – some of these beds were rather comfortable. Others, not so much....
In my last post, I painted a dreary scene of me alone on a dark night in the most threatening part of Dublin. Let me cheer the scene by describing the next morning. My...