Airport Blues [Insert pun on the word "terminal" here]

So Ben and I have been in Prague for about 11 hours now--all of it spent at Ruznye airport. We've staked out a little hovel in the corner of the benches in Terminal 1 (I'll post pictures later, somewhere). Since it would be about $100 to get a hotel room for the night, which is like 3 billion crowns or something--give or take, I don't have the exchange rate totally worked out yet. Also, they don't seem to see the benefit of pay phones here--or at least I haven't found any at the airport. Vut a country!

But I did just find this WiFi network, which is nice--especially since I payed $4 (350,000,000 crowns) for a bottle of orange juice just so I could use the computers in the internet cafe upstairs. Speaking of drinks, I had my first Czech beer (the ubiquitous Pilsner Urquell) with dinner. I was not overly impressed, but it was in a can, so maybe that's the reason it didn't bowl me over--I don't know.

The flights actually went by pretty quickly (Time flies, har har ugh). They showed She's the Man on the flight from Memphis to Amsterdam but I opted out. Amanda Bines is hilarious, and so is cross-dressing. I don't know what I was thinking.

Mostly, we've kept sane by doing New York Times crossword puzzles, some of which are bug-ass hard. Damn you, Will Shortz!

Well, that's my first post on this thing. I don't know how often I'll do this, but it's easier than e-mailing all of you individually.