Monday, May 08, 2006
Just like a good Czech family, we spent the weekend at the family cottage. All I can say is, despite the hassle of the train and the various irritations that go with shifting yourself and your carless family across land to another, more rustic location, it's worth it. There's an unraveling that happens, and, now that we're back home, greater appreciation of the comforts of the apartment.
Of course tomorrow means work. Maybe I should have moved to France, and we could just call a strike and go back to the hills.
Of course tomorrow means work. Maybe I should have moved to France, and we could just call a strike and go back to the hills.
