For some reason during week three there was a lull in my normally overactive picture-taking. Needless to say, I have not written a full length novel for you today.
One nice day, I shot a pic of the main square (namesti, if you will) of Roztocky. I was trying to go to the Post Office, which had sadly closed ten minutes ago.
After taking this, I decided to try and get a close-up of that couple on the bench to illustrate how strangely okay PDA is here... but unfortunately they were just cuddling and not making out or anything else these gutsy CR couples do.
Roztocky has an abundance of cute little shops, my favorite of which is "Dog Pet," though I have not yet ventured inside.
That's okay to put this on the internet, right? No one knows exactly where it is. Wink.
Do you like the green and brown striped fence? Me too.
Oh! And don't let me forget my deaf and blind dog pet, Homer.
He doesn't really sleep on my bed this much, he only very rarely ponders it when Jarmila is gone.
Which leads me to... drumroll, trumpet blast... my BED! As they would say on every episode ever of MTV Cribs, "This is where the magic happens."
One nice day, I shot a pic of the main square (namesti, if you will) of Roztocky. I was trying to go to the Post Office, which had sadly closed ten minutes ago.
After taking this, I decided to try and get a close-up of that couple on the bench to illustrate how strangely okay PDA is here... but unfortunately they were just cuddling and not making out or anything else these gutsy CR couples do.
Roztocky has an abundance of cute little shops, my favorite of which is "Dog Pet," though I have not yet ventured inside.
I also took a photo of the cottage I live in! OMG, motherfuckers!
Do you like the green and brown striped fence? Me too.
Oh! And don't let me forget my deaf and blind dog pet, Homer.
He doesn't really sleep on my bed this much, he only very rarely ponders it when Jarmila is gone.
Which leads me to... drumroll, trumpet blast... my BED! As they would say on every episode ever of MTV Cribs, "This is where the magic happens."
[And by "magic" I mean Homer slept there once.]
I have a pleasant view through the window every morning. Lets just say, there are flowers. Ready for it?
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I've also begun wearing air-dried clothes. So Prague. I know. 
Yep. That's my underwear and I am not ashamed. Also, we often see a pretty white cat in our backyard named Angie. Today I got her to let me pet her and found out she has one green eye and one blue eye. I didn't take a picture though... we don't know each other well enough yet.
Let's see... what else to say? Jarmila has grandkids, as evidenced by her refrigerator. (Side note: I met some of these aforementioned kids on Skype the other day.)
The girl on the fridge is one of Jarmila's daughters. The English words are courtesy yours truly.
I close with a picture of Naomi. She said, "I feel like such a bad-ass hipster right now, someone needs to take a picture!"
Don't worry, she's not usually a hipster, it's just that she happened to be borrowing a guitar, wearing a scarf, AND smoking a cigarette she had rolled herself. The stars aligned.
