Beautiful Prague...

Trip Start Nov 30, 2007
Trip End Jan 01, 2009

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Monday, December 17, 2007

It goes without saying that Prague is in fact the most beautiful city in Europe.  I suppose that might be considered a matter of opinion, but to quote one of my all-time favorite movies, Harry says to Sally: " I don't think its a matter of opinion.  Imperically you are attractive."  Well, that's how I feel about Prague.  It is beautiful, and I will let the pictures speak for themselves.  It is also where I experienced my first snow of the winter!

Not only is the city beautiful, but so are the people, especially the women.  They are blessed with lustry gray-blue eyes, dusty brown hair (that usually finds its way to a streaked and shaded blond), lanky long legs in black leggings (I guess they're back in?  Or maybe they never went out here...), and a short coat synched at the waist with a fur lined collar; that is the making of a sultry Czech woman.  They are known for their beauty the world over and it's true.  It hardly ever gets mentioned that the characteristics translate to men quite nicely and there are quite a few Matt Damon look alikes on the streets of Prague. 

As luck would have it, in this beautiful city amongst these beautiful people, I spent my first day in Prague at the laundromat.  It began innocently enough.  After getting the wash cycle going, I climbed a small spiral staircase that led to a wooden platform with chairs just above the washing machines.  I settled into a chair and enjoyed 30 minutes of trashy magazines.  Then the spin cycle began...the whirring started and got higher and higher, blocking out the sound of the television soap opera.  It wound higher and higher until I thought it was going to spin out of control and implode - it couldn't get any louder of higher.  The platform started rolling and vibrating, the railing and stairwell shaking uncontrollably and I held on for dear life in my chair!  There was a blond guy sitting next to me and we looked at each uncomfortably wondering what the hell was going on and couldn't help from bursting out laughing.  It eventually calmed down, all went still, but we didn't have time to escape off of the platform before a 2nd spin cycle began!  Unfortunately, my blond friend was not a Matt Damon look alike and even with all of the shaking and vibrating the story goes no further...but I'm sure Sex and the City could have had fun with that storyline!

Whereas Germany smelled like wurst and stale Gluhwein, Prague smells like warm baked cinnamon rolls, although it's so cold my nose hairs are frozen minimizing my sense of smell dramatically.  Germany prefers silver tinsel and blue Christmas lights, and Prague gold garland and red lights.  Their Christmas trees have big flashing strobe lights on them that flash in a pattern appearing that the tree is in fact taking pictures of you instead of the other way around

I'm finding the Christmas markets a bit subpar compared to Germany.  The stalls are more about selling wares and a bit short on interesting foods.  The exception is a warm bread dipped in cinnamon & sugar and then roasted on a fire - I call them turtlenecks, because that's what they look like!  There are some interesting ceramics, preserved food and decorations, but I was surprised to see that I could pick up a set of new sheets for my double bed as well.  And multiple booths of wooden constructor sets taking me back to my Tyranisarus Rex days when I had visions of being a paleontologist.

I'm learning that everthing costs something in the Czech Republic.  Milk for your coffee?  5 CZK  Doggie bag?  10 CZK  Olive oil for your bread?  15 CZK  Salt and pepper is not on the table and I'm afraid to ask for it fearing that will cost me a dollar.  And forget about water - it's a dollar just to get a glass of water from the tap!  I am thrilled to advise that a public pee comes at a bargain rate of 5CZK ($0.27), although this does come at a price.  One of three toilet paper options present themselves upon entering a public facility:  1) Paper thin excuse for TP  2) A stack of newspaper want ads  3) Nothing.  Zilch.  Nada.  Needless to say the little roll of charmin that I was saving for the hills of Nepal or the African bush now comes with me in my day bag. 

I've visited the castle, old town, the Jewish quarter, and a done a healthy dose of window shopping.  Crystal and fur hats are just a few of the souveniors to choose from...It's time for me to move on - Vienna's up next!
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alijstock on

Re: Not Fair
Ok - for all those who have either posted or sent me personal emails requesting pic's of Czech women, let me just say...some things are best left to the imagination :)

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