Hitting the Ground Running

With the ever changing rules for travel I felt more trepidation about the trip than I ever have. I actually don’t know what was required of me when I landed in Prague, because for some reason they passed me through the border control without stopping me.  As I approached the person checking papers, I spoke him to him in Czech.  Perhaps he assumed I was Czech…  Regardless of why, I was thankful and elated to be out of the airport and with Honza headed to our traditional post-flight meal (RC Cola’s are fancier than I remember them.) and Bible discussion.  After 20 hours in a mask, it was nice to breathe the Prague air. It was late enough when I got to the flat that I really didn’t have time to settle in, but I was ecstatic about being on the ground and running.