We Take Ourselves With Us

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...

Going into day four at FE, we were feeling the burn.  The littlest superheroes in our bunch needed some re-energizing to make the trek back for another full FE experience. Luckily, Cora's is always there to save us on day four!  Year after year, we walk in exhausted and leave filled with insane breakfast delights.  Here's Cora's in a nutshell.  Harper: "I don't know. I want eggs Benedict, but I also want a crepe." Me: "Did you see the Bene-Crepes? It's an omelet wrapped in a crepe covered with Benedict sauce." Harper: "Score!" Completely filled with carbs of every family--pancakes, crepes, toast, potatoes, oatmeal--we followed the world's coolest hoodies to FE.  Seriously, a Princess Leia hoodie with the cinnabuns?  Love! Harper was in her finest Wonder Woman cape-T, Penn had two t-shirts.  The first half of the day, he wore his Delorean blueprint.  And, if he had a buck for every time someone asked h...