The first evening with my plaster cast, we went to a restaurant down the street. With only breakfast in our tummies, we needed something to eat. Because we had nothing in our new apartment, we went downhill to a pizzeria. Walking with crutches downhill and uphill was a challenge I only tried once.
The next day I send my nine-year-old daughter out, to get to the supermarket. When she didn’t succeed, I went to the neighbors and asked if they could take my daughter to the supermarket. They didn’t speak English but understood the problem. Because they went out for the day, and they wanted to help, they took their food out of the refrigerator and put it in our kitchen. We were thankful for the breakfast and lunch they provided us with.
Because my daughter also liked some candies and lemonade, she tried to go to the supermarket. She had trouble finding the right way. The seventh time she succeeded. She spoke English in a store where they only spoke Czech and came out with the things she wanted to buy.
At the end of the day, I ordered food due to a Czech app called “Djamo.” That took some effort because we didn’t have the correct address for our new apartment. Eventually, the deliverer made it.
When the neighbors came in, they wanted to go to the supermarket for us. I hope they understood my explanation in English that my daughter had managed to do some groceries.
