Czech It Out!

I have never really been the kind of person to ask for assistance. I tend to focus on the task at hand and persevering despite any problems I may come across as quickly and effectively as possible. Usually my independence marks me a strong person, capable of whatever I set my mind to, but when life threw me a curveball and I ended up in a situation unlike any I had ever imagined, my day-to-day routine of keeping to myself and working through problems alone was no longer an option. A few minutes into my initial arrival, my world began to change. Bree, my friend since forever and companion on this life-changing experience, had flown from just outside of our home town to Chicago and then London with me. It was both of our first international flights, and our fear for arrival had been on both of our minds. What would happen when we got to customs? It seemed to us that customs had carried some kind of negative connotation for as long as we could remember. We thought of towering, indignant