The driver didn’t speak English and I didn’t speak Czech, so this was going to be an interesting ride to the hotel. It was only early evening but I’d been traveling for the better part of the day; tired and hungry, I’d skipped impatient/frazzled mode and landed right into auto-pilot. I knew enough tourist Czech to respond to basic questions having memorized a few phrases before my trip so long as they were spoken to me s-l-o-w-l-y and repeatedly, but naturally got flustered when it came time to use them. Determined to be polite, I carried on with the conversation. While I remember most of my responses, I’m not entirely sure what his questions were so I’m guessing here, but as he seemed more confused than insulted, I breathed out a sigh of relief when I stepped out of the car.