My two favorite days of the week are Monday and Friday. Monday because I’m one of that minority subset of human beings who actually enjoy their jobs. After a weekend of not explaining the difference between the present simple and the present perfect, and not forcing anybody to stick out their tongue and go ttthhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I am ready to get back into action. Fridays, of course, because I am physically and emotionally drained from yelling at little kids, playing approximately 700 rounds of head and shoulders, knees and toes, and trying, generally not successfully, to implant some knowledge of the English language in their deceptively adorable little heads or at least a desire to learn it, all the while trying to prevent them from stealing my glasses.
In Spring, the restaurant tables sprout up on the sidewalks of Prague like mushrooms in a forest after a rain
Today was such a day.
But today had a saving grace. Today was the first truly summery day of the year in Prague. Jackets were shed. I really do enjoy living on a planet that tilts a bit as it spins and thus we have seasons. It keeps things interesting.
It was still warm out when Helena got home and she got home later than me. We decided to go for pizza. Now, signs of Spring differ in different places around the world but for me, in Prague, I know that Spring has truly arrived when all of the restaurants put tables outside. I like eating outside, where the atmosphere is really the atmosphere.
The view is great. Well, from this particular outdoor restaurant, you really only see a bunch of buildings, but they’re cool old buildings, and a tree lined street that leads to a park.
The pizza was pretty good, too.
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