Small boy with stick.

Another long walk today. Took the funicular up to the top of the hill and came back down past Prague's equivalent of the Eiffel tower and the castle complex.

This young lad greeted us in a very cheery voice as he played with his stick. He looked really disappointed when we couldn't answer him. "I'm sorry, I don't speak Czech" doesn't cut it when you're daydreaming about knights, horses, castles and sword fights.

As he ran off to find his mates I was left wishing that I had made time to learn something in his language. It is sheer laziness to expect everyone else to come up with the goods in english. Even more importantly, it is very humbling when a small child can understand me and I can't understand him.