Eastern Europe: The Second Leg

In order to start writing this post, I felt it would beneficial for me to step back and take a look through my own eyes back to September when I originally took off to Europe. I managed to do this by rereading my first blog post, Eastern Europe: The First Leg. Not too much was different from how I remembered it—the airports had still been stuffy and frustrating, the people I met had been singular in every way imaginable & the windmills in Wolkersdorf, Austria are most likely still beautiful in their very ominous sort of way. And even now, as I lay in my bed here in Trenčín, Slovakia, it’s amazing to me how similar some of the aspects of my life are to how they were six months ago. My daily routine is fairly similar—I generally pack my backpack the same way, wear most of the same clothes, teach the same sorts of lessons, wash my hair in the sink the same sort of way when I don’t feel like showering, eat the same kinds of yogurt every day for breakfast, speak the same minuscule amount of Slovak, etc.

It’s fair to say that I took to this lifestyle rather rapidly.