When someones refer to the city of love in Europe, my first thought is Paris then Venice. Little did I know that Prague in the Czech Republic is one of the most romantic cities past the Atlantic.It was so obvious once I got there though. The buildings are amazing and historic and REAL. Prague is the only city in the east that did not get completely destroyed during war, which explains why they are so beautiful:
Right across the street from these two views is a more modern building that stands out in comparison to all the others. The “Dancing House” was built in 1996 on a plot of land where a house was destroyed during the U.S. bombing of Prague in 1945. The burned leftovers of that house stayed on that corner for 15 years until it was cleaned in 1960 and still remained untouched until the plans of the Dancing House came about in 1992. Pretty cool right?
Prague was extremely short lived and since Alex and I were still recuperating from being near death in Poland, we didn’t do anything but walk around looking at the architecture and checking out the Christmas Market. This Christmas Market was not as big as the one in Brussels, but it might have been because it was nearly a week after the Christmas and New Year holidays. Either way, I did try a klobása sausage washed down with a Czech beer and the most delicious dessert ever called Trdelnik.
So they kind of look like bacon being cooked on a grill, when in fact they are fluffy pastries sprinkled with cinnamon, toffee and nutmeg and served fresh off the grill. It looks like a ring toss game and you eat it by unwinding it, unless you can’t help yourself and just bite it.
This reminds me: I paid for my street food and beer with the Czech koruna:
(1CZH=$.05; so this 1000 CZH was only $50) I was stoked.
Even though I could have practically bought anything I wanted in the Czech Republic..What I needed was shoes. I have been wearing my same pair of Vans since I bought them more than a year ago in L.A. They have been through hell and high water, LAX, London, San Pedro, San francisco, France, Germany, Poland, Belgium, the Netherlands and more:
I love them and I refused to buy a new pair until I was done with my travels because I wanted to wear these shoes out all through Europe.
Even though my ugly shoes trekked through this historic city, they didn’t make a dent in Prague’s beauty: