..because you have to understand this language. I can barely get by in my class with 12 people, nevermind outside the classroom. Although the class is hard, I do feel pretty cool about being able to say good day and goodbye.
I went to the supermarket today, went to check out and confidently said "Dobry Den!" and as I said that the woman behind the register rambled some elaboratle (but most likely not) statement and I'm sure I had the most confused and puzzled look plastered across my face. I did most definitely did not understand what she was saying. My ego was immediately deflated. So much for carrying on a conversation. It just never crossed my mind that after saying "hello" most people carry on a conversation, yeh?
Pause scene.
Well a few moments before this fiasco began to unfold I noticed the lady asking everyone that she was helping a question. I assumed that she was asking if everyone had a Billa Club Card, so after she asked me this incomprehensible question, I responded "ne" and that was the right answer! How great. I was almost home free...but halt. More unrecognizable sounds left her mouth and she was obviously asking me something because she was waving my debit card in her hand like it was the Czech flag. I made another assumption, which are either hit or miss, and I handed her my bus pass because I was assuming she wanted to see ID because I was using my card. Score. I rule. I own Czech land. I can now buy my groceries in confidence.
Tonight a bunch of us are going to the "largest dance club" in Europe, apparently. I need to look trendy. And hip so all the Czech boys will swoon over me. Ha, I'm kidding. But Girl Talk is blaring, wine is waiting, my clothes are anxiously awaiting to be put on, and my body is ready to groove. I can finally show off my solid Jersey moves and put everyone to shame. Thanks mom, I'm finally putting those 10 years of dancing school to use.
Na schledanou!
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