Maybe it’s because I live in a blocky brick dorm on a drab campus, but to me, Prague was almost as beautiful as Rio. Gorgeous orange rooftops and church spires as far as I could see. Well, not quite that far. Way in the distance there were ugly communist-era high-rise apartments, but if you ignored them, it was breathtaking. I felt a pain in my chest that I wasn’t discovering this city with Marc the way we had in Rio. I’d known him for two days. I already missed him more than anything.
I decided it wasn’t an invasion of privacy to turn on his phone and find his home number. I had to ask a passerby for help since his entries were in Czech. I called and his mom answered. He lived with his family? She told me he was at school, but I could stop by later. I found out they lived in the ugly hig
