Winter Break pt IV

The Tyn Church from behind

Going back to Prague was nice. We didn't have any hotels lined up, but we found a decent room with an excellent view after only a bit of walking. After setting our stuff down and getting settled, I demanded we go straight to my favorite restaurant possibly in the world. After maxing on some amazing pasta fagiole, outrageous tagliatelle arrabiatta, and some honestly disappointing pesto, I had scratched that particular itch, and we could continue with the trip. We went to Prague castle and splurged on some tickets , granting us access to the cathedral, some galleries, etc. We took our tours, snapped some pics, and went back over the famous Charles Bridge to the old town, where we found some Thai food just down the block that was surprisingly good.

 Charles Bridge at night

When I was first in Prague as a student 5 or so years ago, I didn't have much to compare it to. Now that i've been able to do some traveling, I can see why it is considered one of the continent's most beautiful cities. Full of windy old cobblestone streets, towering church steeples, and a wide river crossed by picturesque bridges, we are lucky Prague was be spared in WWII. We went to a big market I'd never been to that was mostly Vietnamese people dealing North Face knock offs, to the museum of Czech artist Jan Mucha, (who I would have definitely commissioned to do something for me if i was ballin and he was still alive,) and went up a few church towers that offered sweeping views of the city below. We found an excellent Italian-style pizzeria named after the Roma soccer team ( we ate 4 large pizzas from this place while we were in Prague. Actually, we ate them all in one 24 hour span.)

 The bombest pizza in Prague -- Giallorosso.  And also an old dude in a bunny suit

We were so enamored with our pizza spot. That we were a bit behind schedule going to the airport. Luckily we made it (barely) on time, and i didn't even get charged for my oversized bag. Back to Spain (where the hotel we'd booked didn't exist, leaving us homeless at 11pm. Yet still the original hotel charged my credit card) we immediately stripped our heaviest layers and found some jamon. Home sweet home. The next morning we woke up and went to the bus station by way of the hotel we'd stayed at before the trip, which i had to convince had a pair of my shoes and that I'd wanted them back. Then, 6 short hours on a bus later, I was home. Sure, I had to walk home instead of bike because the bike system thought I'd taken a bike out for 6 hours longer than one's allowed to, but at least I was back on home turf.