Legs

I know I've been talking a lot about hills lately and a lot about my legs in life generally. But I would just like to say that, thanks to all these hills I have to walk up and down daily, I am going to come back to America with beautifully sculpted calves and to-die-for thighs. If my legs weren't so short, people would be asking me to be a leg model.

Taste of Home

Every morning I take a tram to Andel, then transfer to another tram (tram 7) that takes me to the bottom of a big hill that makes me die a little inside every time I look up it. One morning when I was on tram 7, I was staring out the window, probably contemplating the meaning of life when it came to me--in a shop window was an old-style Minnesota Twins t-shirt. I started in excitement, and pointed it out to the girl I was with--another fellow Minnesotan (though not the Twins fan that I am). Someday soon I think I'm going to buy that shirt. I think the label on it said that it's 80 CZK (about $5, obviously they don't really know the worth of the Minnesota Twins). Until then I get a little taste of home every morning when I pass it by.

Otherwise if I get homesick, I hear that the restaurant TexMex is very American here.