a new chapter

Well, chapter one of my trip-of-a-lifetime had a rather....anticlimactic end. We went to Narva, where Sister Foust served, but I never did. It was cool, I got to take a picture of myself with Estonia on the left and Russia on the right and some cool castles, but mostly it was for her nostalgia that we went. We met some members there, and I just ate their grapes while they reminisced. After that made our way back to Riga,taking our sweet time. On Thursday, we missed our bus to Riga and were stuck at the Tallinn bus station for 6 hours with all our stuff, but we were both content--Kate with her Kindle and me with my Nook.
My miraculously light packing job has turned out to be perfect, except for Thursday I got a mild blister and realized that I neglected to bring a first aid kit. "Oh well," I thought, "what could possibly happen? I'll be fin-" WHAM!! Just at that that exact moment I fall up the stone stairs, carrying all my stuff, as Kate and I hurried to our hostel at 11:00 pm. I hobbled to the top of the stairs to assess my injuries. My fingers were jammed, but nothing you can do about that. I looked down at the big toe that hurt the most. Again, badly jammed but nothing to be done. My other big toe, though, had a piece of flesh the size of a dime hanging off it and blood everywhere. All we could do was continue to the hostel and hope that they had something. It was difficult enough to walk on the cobblestone with my hurting toes, but then my shoe soon became slippery with all the blood. Luckily the hostel had some bandages, but today and yesterday (Friday and Saturday) I've been limping around in my squeaky shoes, a sorry sight to see. A sorrier sight, though, are my feet themselves. One big toe bandaged up like the head of someone that just recieved a sever concussion, one big toe swollen and purple, and the toenail next to that one still black from when I stubbed it before Christmas. A sad but extrememly comical testiment to my clumsiness.
But I don't want to complain. It really is super funny to me, and I get around just fine, and the first chapter of my trip was everything I could have hoped it would be.
The second chapter started out this morning much as the first on had, in a panic. "What am I thinking? I can't go off to a country I've never been to, where they speak a language I'm not familiar with, ALL BY MYSELF! What was I thinking?!?!? What am I going to do?!?!" Luckily this wave of panic was much easier to overcome than the first and I was soon on my way, as excited as ever. The landscape on the drive was phenomenal, and my first day here in Prague equally so. I kept telling myself that I was tired, that my head hurt, that I should do laundry and blog and get to bed, but every corner you turn here reveals another wonder, another excuse NOT to go back to the hostel. And I left the best part for tomorrow. It's going to be GREAT!