The Final Day of Teaching

Our final day of work—Friday, June 14^th—was a bit of a blur. Under the stipulations of the itinerary we had built for ourselves. Our plan was to skip lunch, leave school, catch a bus from Benešov to the nearby town of Senohraby (everything else afterward resting on the fact that this bus wouldn’t be late), and then catch a train to Bratislava. In Bratislava, we were to rush to the other side of town and make it to the only Tatra Bank we knew of that would be open later than 5:00. Once there, we were going to close our bank accounts, hurry back across town, find some food and then catch the last train to Budapest—where we had already booked a hostel for the night.

This was our plan. And it went mostly as expected, too.

Except, in Bratislava, the train to Budapest was 70 minutes late.

And then it was 140 minutes late.

Then 160…170…and finally 180.

And the Rains Began to Fall…

North of Bratislava, close to the Austrian border, is a town called Malacky (pronounced: Mah-lat-ski.) After our weekend in Brno, Lisa and I met up with several other teachers for a week of teaching in this location. With less than 20,000 people, it’s not a big place, but serves as a central hub for a number of surrounding villages.