Czeching out Prague

Whenever I visit a new city, I try to find one or two words that best describe my impression of that city. For example, Paris was romantic, with its gardens and froufrou all about. Rome, dotted in its ancient relics, felt very powerful to me. And Vienna, Vienna was just straight up classy.

I don't have any such words for Prague, though. If nothing else, Prague was random - in a good way. I had a lot of fun there but I couldn't find a consistent, unifying theme to remember it by. Other than perhaps the cannot-be-unseen structure with molds of babies crawling up it that towered over the horizon of the city. Yeah, I think random is a fitting word for Prague.

Peeking through another lovelock bridge

The Mole (a cartoon character created by a Czech animator) was ubiquitous. Moley moley moley.

One among hundreds of quaint-looking cafes.

Absinthe ice cream to drown your sorrows into.

One thing was certain: my wallet certainly loved being in Prague. A square meal with a bottle of wine set me back just ten or fifteen euro. A beer at lunch - just one paltry euro, hooray! For the past six months, my bank account has been pillaged by UK prices, so it was a nice respite to see my money stretch far here. Naturally, the boy was a fan as well. 

Czech food was pretty darn delicious. We were fairly lazy when it came to picking restaurants. Most of the time, we just settled for whatever was the most convenient and ordered the "Old Czech Plate" - a glorious assortment of meats and potatoe-y goodness. 10/10 would eat again every time.

That's a sausage, not a carrot.

Oh yeah, at one point we ducked into a Mexican restaurant. I think having we were still having crackamole cravings at this point.

We did the usual rounds of sightseeing...

Not pictured: the guard with the machine gun patrolling the grounds nearby... yikes. 

We got to see the astronomical hand change on the hour. The clock dates back to the early 1400's, how cool is that?!

Old town square, in front of the Church of Our Lady in front of Tyn (yes, that is the church's whole name)

The interior of St. Nicholas church was surprisingly beautiful.

John Lennon wall

St. Vitus cathedral and behind it, the Prague castle.

...with a dash of frolicking.

Captain Jack Sparrow

Jumping pictures are quickly becoming a thing on this blog.

Me, engulfed in hair.

I should also mention that our Airbnb experience in Prague was one of the more memorable ones I've ever experienced. Our host was an expat from California. In addition to being a nice guy and a fine host, he was an convinced that WiFi was dangerous and that after prolonged exposure, one must scrape one's bare feet in the floor of the woodlands in order to purge those pesky Wifi-ian symptoms.

...That's the best part about traveling. You just never know what you'll see or who you'll meet. Visiting new countries - and especially through Airbnb - is an excellent reminder of all the different people and perspectives out there in this weird blue planet we call home.