In the twelve hours before we leave for Girona (today) where we’ll catch a Ryanair flight to Brno tomorrow, we’ve had to deal with a potty that won’t stop running, some ants trying to build a nest in the kitchen, and a dash to the sous-prefecture in Beziers to pick up my recepisse so that I can get back into the country. I’m being really lazy here and not adding the accented e’s as I should be. Apologies. But we gotta dash. Ahead of us there’s the 3-hour drive to Girona, a flight that leaves too early in the morning, a bus ride from the Brno airport to the trainstation, a 3-hour train ride from Brno to Prague, and then a metro ride from the train station in Prague to the metro stop near the hotel. I’m exhausted just thinking about it. This is travel in the age of sky-high airfares, and it’s like getting a rock in your trick o’ treat bag. The silver lining: I’ll get to see my brother get hitched in the Old Town part of Prague.
Back next week. Adieu!
