I hear the sounds outside

Sunlight comes down, gold-white and the sky is blue over my head while I walk down the street. If I step just right, my feet land exactly in the middle of the cobblestones. I'm sitting at computer #5, so I can see out the open door where the traffic rushes by and the trams surge on electric lines. The air is cool and bright, the radio softly playing beside me.

I have a list of people to send postcards to now, all over the States. Before my afternoon class with Jiri, I think I'll walk down to the Castle and look around. Jiri is one of my favorite teachers at Charles. He smiles almost constantly, wrote a dictionary and takes such delight in explaining odd linguistic points to us. Jiri has a great voice, and I would go to class just to listen to him. We have a second Czech language teacher, Jitka. She is apparently the best teacher in the country, and fiercely sought after. Having her teach for the UT program is a major accomplishment.

I bought a shirt at Kenvelo yesterday, sought of a Czech version of the Gap or something. It was easier to buy a new shirt than do laundry yesterday.

Last night I slept for a long time. The nightmares didn't stay after I woke, so I couldn't tell you why I woke sweating and gasping. I don't really like sharing a room, especially with someone that I don't know well. I crave privacy like nothing else. Maybe I'll check into a hotel for the weekend.

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.
-- Oscar Wilde