Praguely Waguely

Prague is a very nice town, if a bit over touristed. After all that time in easter Europe, we hadn't really heard a lot of English (not as much as in western Europe), especially not with American accents, so it was strange to suddenly hear a bunch of Americans again. It was very crowded, especially at the Christmas market. I'd really like to see some less crowded areas of Czech Republic someday, as it was quite lovely aside from the people.

Prague, like Budapest, was split down the middle(ish) by a river. This was one of the bridges: St. Charles Bridge. Very Sainty. Rather Charlesy. And a bit Bridgey too. It's supposedly the oldest brige in the city, and I have no reason to doubt them, as it looks the part. It's very old and imposing looking. But the best thing about it is that it goes all the way across the river so you can get from one side of the city to the other. Brilliant, eh? Who ever thought of using a bridge for that? Mmkay, moving on...
This building is called the Dancing House, co-designed by a Czech architect and a Canadian architect. As you can see, it's spiffy cool, and was just a few minutes away from our hostel. It sits on the river. Well, not directly on it, but just next to it. And I've now run out of things to say about it. But it's still cool.
This is a nice view of the Christmas market. You can't really tell how crowded it is from back here. Which is fine, because the people don't make the view prettier. Definitely my least favourite market, simply because it was so crowded (literally shoulder to shoulder), but it was still Christmasy, which is what matters most.
Okay, I know you think I'm Star Wars obsessed, but really they were just following me around! But honestly, come on, does that look like Vader or what? I was happy to see him. And he tried to downplay it, but he missed me too. You can see it all over his face. He was standing in front of a cathedral near the Christmas market.
Okay, just turn your heads sideways. Honestly if it's not one thing it's another. I've finally got the pictures loading in the right order, and so now they've decided to show up sideways. I'm not fixing it. I refuse. It's way too much trouble. The pictures win this battle. They won't win the war. So now we come to the best thing about Prague. Every city has its special thing that's very cheep. Venice has its wine. Switzerland has its chocolate. Prague has its boots. You can get really cute boots for ten dollars. Now I had been travelling all around Europe wearing incredibly ugly, old, worn, white and blue tennis shoes. I looked like a bum. So finally I had cute brown boots to match my brown coat from Germany, and completed my outfit by finding a cute brown hat in a store there. Which I later lost in Salzburg but never mind that. That was later. And just so Prague didn't feel left out, I went ahead and lost my water bottle there. But never mind that too. The important issue here is that with my shiny new boots, I no longer needed my beet up old tennies. So I threw them away. And took a picture of my reaction. Obviously I felt no emotional attachment to them. They were only about ten years old. I'd only grown up with them. They'd only seen me through twenty-four different countries throughout my life. 'sniff'

So, no food pictures here, but rest assured we still ate. They have lots of yummy food at all the markets, and we found a second and less crowded Christmas market in the city. They had excellent sweet crepes, and some kind of spiced hot drink, that I can't for the life of me remember the name of, and that'll probably haunt me to the day I die. But no worries.

Next stop, Poland.

Oh, and P.S. I probably have a lot of tense-changing. My poor brain gets confused because it wants to blog as though I'm still there, but I'm really home. So you can comment on my atrocious grammar in that respect, but I'll probably just ignore you. But then I ignore you anyway, right? So no worries.