I'm glad you're enjoying my journey with me, Jennifer. I know that at some point it will go from seeming exciting to much more stressful and far less interesting. Believe me.

Hubby ended up going to Prague on his own. Instead, I'm here on my laptop. My sister-in-law and nephew are taking naps. I'm not a napper, so won't. But this is an alone time I crave, but I do wish it was at my own place already. Being a guest has its limitations. I don't feel so very free. Over these past several weeks I have also discovered what a horrible picky fart I am about food. I have my set usual requirements for eating, and like my own cooking much more than others' or even most restaurants'. In Czech Republic, the average family seems to eat/want far fewer vegetables than I like. Often there is literally no vegetable served at all. For example, today's lunch, the closest to one was the dill in a sauce. I have what I call a "two vegetable (or at least fruit) per meal policy" in my house. My Czech hubby likes that, too. We agreed today that I'm even becoming like his mother, who would never like anyone else's food as much as her own. Truly I know I should be ashamed, since being a guest is a kind gift. I have frequently offered to be a kitchen helper for my s-i-l, but I can't just take over the cooking. It's funny how distressing this can be.

Since Hubby has been in his native country, he's been drinking a lot more, too. Czechs consume more than people in most countries, and have the highest beer consumption in the world. I've been good. For one thing, I have a history of alcohol abuse. For another thing, my medications make heavy drinking VERY BAD NEWS. It's not just how it affects my moods, but my moodstabilizers and antipsychotic can be almost like Antabuse, if I drink heavily. Once I was almost poisoned and could have choked to death from my vomit. May sound gross, but it was dangerous.