Getting on the plane back from Paris, I heard some folks (3 folks, to be precise) coming down the aisle speaking very American English. Like most I disregarded it, though.
As I left the Prague airport, I went to the bus stop to catch the bus into town. The three Americans were standing perplexedly in front of the ticket machine; I stopped and asked them if they needed help. Indeed, they did.
Long story short: as we rode into town I discovered that the two guys were cousins of one of the girls who lived on my junior year floor at Carleton, where I was an R.A.
Posted by iain at February 9, 2007 11:52 AM