I RODE THE THE END OF TRAM LINE 10 YESTERDAY.

that's what it looks like. this city is big. i found a cool cemetery with lots of overgrown ivy, but the gates were locked. an old woman passed by and spoke to me in czech, probably saying something to the effect that, yes, the gates were indeed locked.

as it turns out, the czech language is very difficult. three times today, people have asked me questions in czech, only to have me utter something incoherent back at them. prominte, dekuji, nerozumim, ne mlooveteh cesky, blah, blah, blah. i am a walking blabber machine. usually, most people look as if they would like to give me a slap. all i want to do is say a complete sentence that doesn't involve ordering a beer. i'll keep trying...