We started yesterday 24/6 in Prague and ended in Czesky Krumlov.
In the morning we walked over the Charles Bridge and went to St. Vitus. Interesting, gaudy and a nice stained glass window by Mucha. Hungry for more Mucha, we went to the Mucha museum. It's very small and sweet. I think I understand Mucha better for having been here. His works are so enchanting and so is the Czech Republic.
Then we met Ian for lunch. After lunch we checked out of our hotel (very nice!), and went to the train station for another tearful (on my part) parting from Ian. He is now flying home.
We arrived in Czesky Krumlov after a 4 hour train ride with a bunch of obnoxious Czech teens. It seems obnoxious teens are common around the world. Prague is beautiful, but Czesky Krumlov is a living fairy tale. It is so beautiful and much calmer than the city. We ate at a great traditional restaurant, our best meal so far. Our accommodations are amazing. We are staying in a huge, old apartment. Luke has his own room, which he is thankful for. No snoring!
This morning we walked up to the castle and walked all over the gardens. It is lovely, and there are so many birds singing. There seem to be more birds here, than in other places I've been. Even Prague enjoys a constant bird concert. After a lousy lunch, we rented a raft and went down the Vltava River. Gorgeous, and more bird song! At the end of our float, we went over a pretty big rapid. People were yelling at us in Czech, and we thought we were about to meet certain death. Over we went, I flopped backward on the floor of the raft, and that was it! It was silly. We got out of the raft at Zlata Koruna. We walked around the town, and then sat and had a beer while we waited for our ride. We met a nice family from Bellingham and chatted with them until our ride arrived. As we drove back to town, a huge thunder storm came up. Skip and I got soaked running to the internet cafe. There were literally rivers running in the streets! Then the power went out. It came back on shortly, and here I am blogging.
Walking on cobbled streets is hard. My feet and legs are tired. It will be a miracle if Ian doesn't have permanent damage to his feet. You need good shoes here, which we all have, but it is still hard.
The Czechs smoke like chimneys. I think it is the national past time. We have all noticed that there are young people, old people and older people here. There is no such thing as fab and fifty. Teens have really nice skin, not much acne, but adults all look very dehydrated. Smoking and beer, I think.
My other observation about Czechs, bad hair! I mean really, really bad hair! More split ends per capita than any place on earth. I don't think anyone gets a professional cut or color. Pink and orange hair are the thing. And big splotches of color! I have never in my life seen worse hair. Even men's haircuts look like they were done by a blind person in the dark. Skip and Luke agree. It is very strange, as it appears to be the norm. I could set up shop here, and either be very successful or a complete failure. Maybe they like bad hair?! I would like to get some pictures, but I don't want to be obvious about it. If I can, I will post when I get home. All this bad hair is in direct contrast to the utter beauty of this place, both nature and man-made.
The cafe is closing soon. Until another day, ttfn!