Vaclavovice, Czech Republic We stopped in Vaclavovice for an all too brief visit with our Czech friends. We texted our friends to let them know we had arrived at the station. An unknown number called Maria's phone moments later, and a male voice told her to "Find the piano." We recklessly charged forth on this fool's errand, wondering whose instructions we were following. Soon, Kristyna picked us up. Vitek had been the voice on the phone. Kristyna del...

We settled into our apartment in Prague, which was happily much more spacious and less odorous than our houseboat. We reveled in the exchange rate between the dollar and the crown, but flailed in the face of unwritten social rules regarding tipping. We went to the grocery store and bought donuts. The core of the ringed pastry ambushed Micah and Maria with Bavarian cream filling. It was the best of both worlds, donuts have reached their telos in Czech pastry...