Just one final impression of Prague for you during my last hours in the Czech Republic. What I’m about to tell you is a phenomenon that is highly Czech from all accounts. Nevertheless, I’ve only ever heard about it and read about it from friends or on other expat blogs. You know, kind of like the Sasquatch.
There’s the thing about being an expat, the surprises never stop.
Now, to the story. I was driving down one of Prague’s busiest streets (Evropska), the street that carries all the traffic to and from the airport. It’s a 4 laner and busy. However, on this particular morning, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flash of white and yellow and did a double take. It revealed a bald guy, 50’s, in his tighty-whities and yellow Crocks. Standing there. In front of his yard. Traffic speeding by. 4 lanes. Tighty-whities. Crocs. Wha?
Apparently this is regular practice here. Folks go out to do yard work and instead of dirtying a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, they just go in their skivvies. I guess its kind of logical but no less shocking when seen in person.
But for me, it really hammers home one point. Culture shock is real. And it’s going to hit me HARD. I’ve been out of America a looong time.
Before I got this job, I remember seeing the guys that worked in Prague when they came back to Washington for consultations. They always looked really lost and a bit out of place. Now, I know why. They were.
Seriously, how does one transision from what I just saw to the Pentagon City Mall? I’ll soon find out.