We Take Ourselves With Us

Our Saturday goal was simply to get from Prague to Nuremberg.  We had one last delicious breakfast in the bright Miss Sophie's dining room to use up much of our Czech currency and fill our stomachs for the cross-country ride. We had arranged for a ride from the hostel to the bus station, and it turned out our driver was once again the joyful Tony from day one!  On the ride, he pointed out various sites, including the old Communist party headquarters and the historic train station.  As a tip, Ned gave him the remainder of our Czech money, and we walked into the bus station ... only to find that the bus company we had booked was not there.  While I tried to figure out what was up, Ned ran outside to flag down Tony.  Too late.  Of course, we now had no Czech money left, limited time to get to the right place (turns out--our bus company leaves from the lovely historic train station we had passed), and Prague taxis are notorious for ripping off riders. ...

We started our last full day in Prague--Christmas, proper--with another yummy Miss Sophie's breakfast, which Penn "witnessed" a la Mad Max: Fury Road.  As you can see, his sister is now immune to such displays.   Thanks to some great directions by MS desk clerk Ruben, we skipped the underground and took the tram.  Prague trams criss-cross the city, taking tight curves and cobblestones in stride.  The same ticket that covers the underground can be used on the tram.  As our proximity might suggest, the tram was packed on Christmas day, and one of our fellow passengers was the previously mentioned dude with a dog in one hand and a pizza in the other.  Oh, Prague.   We knew we were at the Castle when we saw this sign .. Oh, wait, I meant, this sign ... which I'm certain says, "Welcome to Prague Castle!"  Either that, or "Keep on dancing, brightly jacketed American boy." The Castle grounds are home to the multiple buildings that were ...