Coyans in the Czech Republic

Clumsy...Nemotorní

I have no picture to go with this post...but I didn't think you would really want to see a picture of my broken toe. What on earth is my problem? I ride my bike into poles (which makes every Czech I encounter who asks how I broke my finger break into peals of laughter much to my chagrin), I go for a pleasant evening stroll with my family (last night) and bump into my daughter, who must be made of iron, and break my toe. It is purple and puffy and hurts and makes me sad. I will be climbing 500,000 stairs in the course of today. And I had picked out a fierce pair of pumps to go with my first day of teaching outfit. Now I have to wear grungy flip- flops. The trials of my life, ach jo!!!