PragueRock

Oh man, three posts in two days! Pretty soon, I'll blog things we haven't even done yet!

In Prague, we stayed at a hotel that was not one, not two, not three, not four, but FIVE STARS! This is five stars higher than what we are used to. It was an amazing travel zoo deal for 63 Euros a night, including free Internet.

In the Czech Republic, people speak Czech.

For example, we Czech-ed into our hotel, only to discover it was the wrong one. I had taken us on the metro to the other Corinthia hotel in Prague, which was a star less and so completely unacceptable. Anyway, we had a vast breakfast buffet at our hotel, plus we had MTV in German, which was hilarious when it came time for dubbed South Park. Remind me to imitate that for you in person.

The first night we Czeched out the Christmas Market. It was worlds better than Toulon and even cooler than Wurzburg. We bought glasses of hot wine. In the city square we saw something really bizarre: there was this woman in a 10 ft by 10 ft glass cube doing step aerobics to dance music. We’re pretty sure she was advertising for a local gym.

The next day we visited the oldest synagogue in Europe still in use. It was built in 1275. A Czechered past, if you will. It was nice since we had seen about a million cathedrals, but no mosques nor synagogues. We also went to the museum of medieval torture. Glad I was born when I was born.

All around, Prague was great. In fact, I think you should vacation there. It’s cheap relative to the rest of Europe. It’s safe and there’s tons to see, without so many crowds. And St. Vitus Cathedral has stained glass equal to, if not surpassing, that of the cathedrals in France.

While walking on the Charles Bridge, which I think is the longest pedestrian bridge in Europe, and probably the most beautiful as well, we saw a man playing one of those organ grinders. (You know, one of those organ grinders.) The CD said fur alle Anlasse on it, and I liked the music at the time, so, on an impulse, I bought ourselves our first souvenir. What a mistake. It’s like ballpark organ music, but to ABBA. Oh dear.

On our way out, we almost missed our train to Vienna because Annalise had to toast her bread and peel her egg for a soft-boiled egg sandwich. Czech Please!

(Pictures? Czech. Tons.)