Your eyes saw my unformed body;all the days ordained for me were written in your bookbefore one of them came to be.How precious to me are your thoughts, God!How vast is the sum of them!Were I to count them,they would outnumber the grains of sand—when I awake, I am still with you.
Let me say this first: I love public transportation. Every morning, I head out the door and (after a vigorous ten-minute hike to the Hradcanska Metro station) I'm on my way to school; the entire process, start to finish, takes about half an hour. It's perhaps the most comfortable form of travelling ever: never do I have to stand freezing in the cold to spend a small fortune on gas, nor do I have to scrape ice off my windshield (and then off my fingers). It's also one of the most interesting forms of travel: Last night, I took public transportation all the way to the airport for the winter banquet: the Metro from Hradcanska to Dejvicka, and then the bus from Dejvicka to the airport. All along the bus route, I gazed out at the northwestern fringe of Prague - the Ferrari / Maserati dealership, the towering Communist-style apartment buildings, a McDonald's drive-through, and a little Czech countryside.