Another day another country. Taxi to train to metro to tram to walking in the rain to not being able to discern a few characters on the hand-written wifi information card.
Oh, and guns.
This is a picture of two well-armed German policemen checking documents at the Dresden main train station. Someone with a bigger camera is taking a film of it between me and the interaction. I have to say that the police in Europe carry far larger weaponry than police on the beat in CA. The police guns here have to be held with both hands.
The sightseeing tour bus in Prague has some pretty scathing reviews on TripAdvisor so now I really can’t wait to check it out.
Czech out this body of water I saw from the train.
Now observe how scientifically I failed at reading numbers and letters.
I couldn’t figure out what the wifi code was. That’s right, my conclusion was “?”
For those of you who don’t know, my dad is planning on meeting me at the end of July or beginning of August in Copenhagen. He does not have the internet, so all of my logistical questions are being funneled through lil bro, who has to call dad on a LAND LINE and ask. I am not sure why this isn’t the system everywhere because there have been no misunderstandings and we all love each other VERY MUCH.
I am reading Lean In by Sheryl Sandberg and Daisy Miller and Other Whatevers by Henry James.
“Hang ‘abroad’! Stay at home and do things here.” ~Henry James
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