It's Prague, Y'all!
As this sign advises us in German: Welcome to Prague! That's right--a mere 13 or so hours after leaving Rochester--including some long stints of pneumatic boot enhanced hobbling and one Mr. Toad's Wild Ride on a Frankfurt airport go cart, we had arrived in the Czech Republic. The Prague airport is a bit utilitarian ... look at how it gets the Christmas spirit on! Even though we were delayed by about 30 minutes, our Miss Sophie's transport service--a lovely Czech man who was not from Prague and did not speak much English but was from a town that birthed many outstanding ice hockey players (whom we didn't recognize) and was incredibly helpful and upbeat--was waiting with a sign that said "Anne Kress." Surprisingly, the Prague airport has absolutely no restrictions about cars parking right in front. And, no passport check to enter the country. Interesting. So, we just hopped in the van and took the 25 minute drive into the heart of Prague...