Just a Taste.....

How is it possible that life is so much easier in Europe?!? I think America tries to make things difficult for us. On the Sunday, Anders and I got up early and tried to take the bus back to the train station. We had just missed it, and the schedule was limited on the weekend, so I hailed a taxi and got us there in 5 minutes instead. It was too close for comfort, time-wise, but we made it onto the train. It was a shorter trip than we thought because the rail line ended up having a stop at the Copenhagen airport. This meant that we didnt have to go into downtown and ride the metro back. It saved time, but airports dont count for new countries. I guess I'll just have to go back to Denmark another time. Check in went smoothly, and after a cafe stop, we found our gate. On the flight, I could even see Sněžka off in the distance. The main difference I could see at the Prague airport was an increase in ticket prices for the bus, but everything else seemed to be the same. It was an easy ride into the center of town, where I quickly tracked down our hostel. Unfortunately the reason for the cheap pricing was appearant. It was in the middle of the red light district. We just stuck to the sidewalks and kept out of the caberets, then dropped our stuff and immediately got to sight seeing. Even though it was dark, the views of the old town were fantastic. We climbed Old Town Hall tower and could see the whole city all lit up. Anders fell in love with the city as we continued walking across Charles Bridge and could see the castle. I found a little restaurant on a side street and we dove into Czech food. It felt good to stretch my language muscles and eat the typical food again, but i quickly remembered why I felt like I'd eaten a horse after every meal. Its heavy food. To walk it off, we climbed the steepest hill in the city, Petrin, and saw the night time views from a different angle. By that time we were both exhausted and had an early morning the next day, so we turned in early.