Monday was a travel day. These 45 minute international connection times are god for my waistline but bad for my blood pressure. After a pleasant conversation with the bus driver in Czech, I convinced him to chNge his route and drop me closer to my hotel. He got a kick out of the whole thing, and I got a shorter walk. When I arrived at the hotel, the receptionist had filled out my paperwork for me. Only those who have traveled in Europe can fully appreciate how unusual this kindness was. I was thankful for a relatively relaxing evening leading into what I knew would be some very challenging days before heading home.
