Living in Prague, you get a good feel for when different countries have their major vacations. From about mid-January, Prague has been relatively empty of tourists. During early February, a large number of the tourist that were here, were Korean. Recently, the Koreans have been replaced by Japanese. This is more fun for me, because I'm better at eavesdropping on the Japanese.

Of course, nobody says anything interesting.

I'm riding a tram and two Japanese girls get on. They are discussing where to go next, how to get to the Castle. They have a map, and seem to have it under control. They know they have to get off at Malostranske Namesti. There is no need to offer my help. I just stand there absently flipping through my flash-cards, ear-buds in but rock-box turned off, listening to their conversation. As always, I hope that they say something insulting so that I can erupt with indignation, and scold them for their thoughtlessness. This never happens.

The tram stops, and announces in Czech, "This stop Hellicova. Next stop Malostranske Namesti."

Hearing 'Malostranske Namesti,' the girls jump up and run off the train. I go to tell them it is the wrong stop, but I hesitate, not wanting to let them know I've been eavesdropping. I then resolve that they would probably still like to be told, but a second's hesitation was enough. The tram doors are closing, and there going to have to walk an extra five minutes.