Biking events are over, the kitty is at her new home, I have the master interviews/exams on the same day, so yeah, why not blog instead of banging my head on the desk?

The more I think about Prague, the more I miss it. When it comes to traveling I don’t need much to be happy. But this time I had more than enough. Pavla was the best guide I could possibly have; her mum was an excellent cook (I’m sorry I looked so suspiciously at those dumplings, but I really didn’t know what they were; and I still want the recipe for that vegetable soup. PLEASE? ); I got a discount for the books I bought at her father’s bookstore; and her brother and sister made everything possible to make me feel welcome.

I can’t describe Prague. It’s a city you have to see for yourself. And it’s a city you won’t ever regret having visited. The old city is fantastic. I wandered for hours and hours on the streets there and I couldn’t get enough of it. Everywhere you looked there were gorgeous old buildings impeccable renovated. Art, history, good taste. It has it all.

Of course there were many tourist. Of course every souvenir had “Praha” written on it. Of course the garbage cans could have been emptied more often. But that so doesn’t matter. Nothing ruined the charm of that city for me, on the contrary. I don’t think I could get used to living in such a city. I would always be amazed of it’s beauty; I would feel like a tourist there all the time.

And even though there weren’t bikers, there were readers. Lots and lots of readers. And beautiful people. Or maybe I chose to see only the beautiful ones. And let’s not forget about the excellent cheap beer. Damn, I miss Prague so much!