So today was another adventure of sameness. Its funny how being in a new situation literally makes you alter all of your habits. Our sleep work cycles are fairly stable but unquestionable skewed towards my temperament, which is to be in bed by about 5 or six am and arise around noon as a compromise between 10am and 3pm. We must however always consider the food run, which may or may not consist of going to several different shops to get whatever is needed. The refrigerator isn’t very big and there are no staple of huge mega groceries here to buy huge bulk items that will last you for a season.
Most shops here are not open on the weekend. Let me clarify, most actual non-essential to tourism shops are closed on the weekend. Thus is the curse of living in a tourist town. I can’t quite wrap my head around the idea of clothing shops, fashion or otherwise being an essential to tourism but they are. There is snow on the ground but I walk by a shop everyday that has a sandwich board style advertisement with a very tan and healthy looking female dressed in lingerie on it. Seems out of place given the season, however well it suits its function.
A month and a half and we still flirt with the idea of tourism on a daily basis as we head through the streets of Cesky Krumlov, the castle town, recent recipient of UNESCO historical distinction, on our way to stabilize our quasi normal lives with the basic necessities of life.
It is also important to point out that we don’t have tourist money much less the mind set to constantly indulge in the luxury of tourism. Tourism in this sense is defined by the odd sort of social commerce that takes place by which artifice is normally sought and employed under the guise of culture. Am I talking out my ass, maybe? But one example is in the manifestation of higher prices for similar goods and services based on location and tourism. The understood notion that if you have arrived here you have money to travel and disposable income to spend on comfort. Similarly, it may be also be acceptable to acquiesce that proprietors and service individuals should seek higher compensation for providing such comforts not withstanding such invisibles as being able to understand a multinational clientele that knows very little if any of the local language and customs. When we walk into any store the shopkeeper can expect a certain level of miscommunication as we fumble through our intercourse. “Why can I not find the word for Gouda cheese in my dictionary?” So instead I ask for “cheese,” which cheese?....”Cheese please.” Which salami? “That salami, the salami next to the other one…no the other one.” But this happens in my head because what is happening here is a complex conversation, not the one that is in the language course where I ask for beef and they give me beef. Why? Because I am a tourist and tourist do not go to the grocery store and ask for specific kinds of products. We just point and grab at the expense of seeming slightly childish and dim. The alternative is to go to a restaurant where you order off the menu…um and there will be non of this odd petulant questioning of weather the eggs can be poached instead of fried, or if its possible to substitute asparagus for the potato. Why? Because you don’t know how to ask for it so sit back and let the nice gentleman take care of you in his own quintessential cultural mode, because you came here to experience another culture, not enforce your own. And with that, I smile and act very humble when I walk into someone’s shop knowing full well that it’s going to take extra long to help me pick out the right food item and I appreciate your patience and grace as I , no matter how inappropriate it may be,“ do not speak the language.”