Piešťany, Day Two. -- The main excitement of the day: we found out that our eight-year-old son doesn’t yet know how to tie his shoelaces (it's the age of velcro straps). His parents’ surprise has so shocked the young man that he is using every free minute to practice. Bless his cotton socks. -- This afternoon Sarah and I “took the waters” from the hot spring that made Piešťany famous. The advertisement promised that we would be cured of all possible diseases, from gout to anorexia, from diabetes to infertility, from cardiovascular to respiratory disorders. I prayed for patience. -- Talking of which, our plan to tire out the juniors has worked a little too well: after two long walks and two swimming sessions we too are about to pass out. Kasparov’s *Winter is Coming: Why Vladimir Putin and the Enemies of the Free World Must Be Stopped* will have to wait for another day.