I have only 2 things to clarify:

1) I am not a prostitute. I'm a barmaiden who worked until close and is walking the backstreets to get home because it's faster and I'm cold. I'm very adequately dressed and not even looking at you, so just because I am a female and not accompanied late at night does not mean in this sexist country that I am here to provide any services.

2) I do not have fake teeth. You're Brittish and have bad teeth, you dumbass. I've never had my teeth bleached, I don't have dentures, I get my teeth cleaned no more than once a year (which is overdue at present). I brush and floss. Try it yourself.

That said, the weather has been incredible the past few days! I went out to a little park very close to our flat almost every day this week and have been getting a little color on my arms. At night, or even randomly during the day, there are good old fashioned thunderstorms. I do so love the warm rain. It seems summer is finally here and I hope it doesn't go (it's been a tease for the past month). Locals have said the humidity gets unbearable in the summer but so far Logan and I have been just fine, overjoyed, really, with this Eugene summery type weather.

Tourists are everywhere...it feels like I really live here now. It's worse than Dave and Jeannie living in San Francisco because we live IN the most main area of town. 2 steps out of my house and I have a pack of Germans running me over and then turning around to ask me for directions to the bridge. The only time I get out of the main area of town is when I take a metro to Logan's hostel, and guess who stay in hostels?? There are some pretty cool people here though, and no umbrella guided tours (but it's actually kinda fun to join in an english guided one and walk around with some old people to learn more Prague history...not like I've ever done that...what loser would follow another loser carrying high a closed umbrella or an orange flag on a stick? Yeah. Whatever.)

It's a giant pain in the ass but makes me feel really healthy when the fruit and vegetables are smaller, not shiny, and go bad really quickly. Everything's fresh and not full of chemicals so you have to go to the store more often, but you can actually taste the tomatoes, ya know? Just a charming little European detail of life. Like German television. I don't think I've ever strained so hard to comprehend a language so I could get Terrence and Philip fart jokes. I saw the chicken lover episode the other night and just about died - I've listened to so much german I understood it all. And god bless german mtv. You thought American pop music was bad? Oh man, you need a dose of Europop...or maybe you don't...regardless, the top 15 are played over and over and an italian pop song has really grown on me. Did I just say that? We have no cd player besides our little portable ones and not much exposer to even halfway decent music (does eminem's new band ring a bell to anyone??) so our deprived eardrums are warping our brains into thinking some of the trash isn't half bad. Truly, the videos make the songs. And cute little german hosts...okay, we get like 3 channels that aren't czech soap operas and like I said before, no radio, so the german mtv is on in the house way too often and, well, you get used to it, I guess. I'm just making excuses now. I like Haiducci.

Working at First and Last didn't really go well with non-slavic Kat. They severly cut my hours because I couldn't work during times when they would have more czech customers, which is ALWAYS, so they took me off the schedule (some lame claim about rotating waitresses) and I politely walked out the door after my last shift. In Logan time, I've spent all week looking for jobs. In reality, I finished my last shift at First and Last on a Thursday night (okay, 1:30am Friday morning) and walked into O'Ches Friday morning and got a job. I spent all week bored (and reading in the gorgeous sun) because I don't start until today, the weekend. I'm waiting to see how many hours they give me before I run out and get another job. We'll see. I do get a really cool tee shirt though...an Irish Cuban pub. Could you get any stranger?

I've started a pretty consistent schedule (every other day to every day) for practicing writing with my left hand. We've run out of books to read here and don't have money to buy more, so I figure I can make use of my time and accomplish one of my life-long goals. I move to a foreign country and do something I could do anywhere. I'm cool.

Life still changes weekly with jobs, sleep schedules, guests visiting, eating habits and the like. I think by next weekend some of Logan's old coworkers from Stockton are coming to visit...and then the weekendish after that is my birthday. Oooohhh, birthdays. I'm excited that it's just my birthday here and not "my 21ist" in the American way, though I am excited to actually be able to go out to a pub with my brothers and sisters when I (eventually) get back to the states...they've been waiting for years. Not much else to tell around here. There are lots of little differences/observations that I've already become accostemed to. I can make my way around the supermarket, understanding when I'm being asked for smaller change and saying "no, sorry" or giving a mean look (like the person at the counter) at the rude american in front of me in line, so as to sympathize and get a smile when I'm paying. I know how to order dark beer and I'm starting to learn phonetic pronounciation of the language so I can actually read metro stops and street names. I think in a few months I'll be familiar enough to be able to come back to Prague for the rest of my life and have it feel like home. Every place I've lived has some familiar touches, and this city has definately grown on me from when I was stuck with 50lbs of bags in a pub saying "beer" and "thank you" praying that Logan would show up though we had no actual way of reaching each other. Good times. This place is gorgeous. Come visit.

Much love