I'm sitting on the platform at the main Prague train terminal, waiting for the train to Berlin. As biting wind blows across my neck, I look down at my sandled feet, and start to regret having

The tram I am riding from Andel to Malestranske Namesti has stopped for a red light. Outside, I see a lady in an apron emerge from cake store and show a cake to a man who is waiting

I dry my hands at the hand dryer in the washroom of the beautiful Math-Phys building in Malostranske square. The dryer is heaven. It isn't one of those useless anemic dryers that dribbles cold air like

I am out for my morning run in the hills around Jinonicé. I hear, through the trees bordering the town, a cacophony of dogs. A couple of seconds later a whitetail doe and her fawn come running out

Mrs. Ellis's sister says "Hello" back, and then starts talking about the weather. "I heard that it will rain tomorrow."