Rachel told her father he would only need one Czech word for his stay in Prague: pivo, which means beer. Given his language abilities, we are going to stick to this.
First morning in Prague means finding our traveling crew (old friends Dana & Ned, Rhonda and her sister from Iowa, Emilie) at breakfast, and as 4 of us had just arrived, there were some housekeeping chores to do when we set off for the day. Luckily for us there was a tourist office just across the way in Old Town Hall (we see brides in white several times a day), and we purchased a Prague Card for museum/sites entrance, then walked to a Metro station to get a 3 day transportation card. From there it was a lovely stroll across the Charles Bridge to get to the tram stop for the Prague Castle. Tram 22
The castle is a huge complex on the hill overlooking the city. We stroll through the basilica with hordes of school groups on field trips, and see a few other buildings. It is past mid-day, and that old jet lag is creeping up; some of us decide to walk down the hill to Male Strana for lunch, and down the cobblestones was quite the adventure, we go through the Gold Lane and past a small vineyard, back to the tram and finally find the brew pub. Turns out it is near the American Embassy and we see the Polizia mirror sweeping the undersides of cars. A bit more pivo with lunch, and Ned has the infamous Prague pork knuckle.
I think there was some put the feet up time before dinner, and we meet up again with Rhonda & Emilie for our walk to Kolkovna, a short distance and towards the Jewish quarter where we will be touring tomorrow. Dinner was good, service was extremely slow and it was close to 10 before we actually ate. Tonight I tried both a red and white Czech wine; this may not be Italy but the wines were decent. so tired tonight I do not hear the clock chime past midnight.
In two more days we will get to the river boat and I think the wifi may be very spotty while we cruise to Budapest. With Facebook I feel like I am sending a postcard here and there, and yet this blog calls me to get more in depth. And I am reading the latest Donna Leon on my Ipad, so perhaps I am in Italy this trip after all.