Thus far our journey today has consisted of an eight kilometer run to a restaurant for ham and eggs, a pause for four new Barum tyres, a drive through tour of Prague and a kielbasa stop on the way to Bratislava. Thankfully, quite a few of the locals speak German, because they sure as heck don’t speak much English here. That allows me to brush up on my only foreign language while not feeling completely useless. Tom speaks Spanish. Which means, at the frequent times when my German and English come to naught and I have induced complete misunderstanding in the other party, he gesticulates wildly and jabbers away. As a rule it’s been very effective.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
at 3:15 PM