Arrive.  I take my first taxi of the trip to the hostel from the train station.  Drop my bags in my room, listening to the loud American voice out my window making blanket statements about not much at all.  I join them on the patio, –Caitlyn from New York City; Sertack, from India with his friend whose name I’ve forgotten.  Passing through this beautiful picturesque town in the Czech Republic.  We walk to the beer gardens, cobblestone streets curve endlessly.  Later at the picnic table overlooking the river, eating salmon and drinking smoked beer, I share his joint.  I stare at the bridge, the dusky blue gray sky, houses reflected in the inky black water, streetlights like fires burning.