Oh those Russians

Today, I went on a day trip today to Karlovy Vary, which is a spa town in the NW of Czech. It is filled with rich Russians, who, by the way, dress worse than the czech men. Seriously, super cheezy and tacky. It's been a bit of a rough transition, because the men in London dress very well. (I kinda miss them)

The spa town is centered around 24 hot springs that are tapped throughout the town. Many Czechs (and even more Russians) go there on Dr's orders. The different springs are said to have different properties, and are ment to cure what ails you. I tried drinking from one, and was satisfied that I had tried it. But was not thirsty to try more.

What I was more interested in was the architecture. It was relatively untouched by communism, and the beautiful 19th century buildings remain intact and have been restored beautifully. I spent most of the day walking around taking pictures of the town.

Still trying to get used to trying to navigate my way without language. In the smaller areas English is only used by the young, and even then they are sometimes hesitant to speak. Signs are difficult to read as well, because it is such an unfamiliar language for me. I am getting by on lots of smiles and gestures. It is much easier when Mark and Radka are with me, and do my talking. I have learned Hello and Thank you, but that's as far as I've gotten, and even then I suspect I am butchering it.

Tomorrow, I'm off to Prague for the day, and Tuesday I will test out this design conference. Should be interesting.

Smell you later!