“Travel, in the younger sort, is a part of education; in the elder, a part of experience.” -Francis Bacon
Woke up for the second day in Prague slightly groggy even though I had been in bed for nine hours. It’s not always easy to sleep when you’re staying in a 26-person female dorm where girls start talking as loud as they can when they stumble through the door at 3 a.m. Earplugs may have been a good investment.
Thankfully, the accommodations in the hostel itself were great. Breakfast in the main lobby restaurant/bar was reasonably priced, so I started off my day with a veggie omelet. Only problem was the speed of the service. We told the waitress we wanted make a tour that was leaving the hostel at 10:15 a.m. and didn’t end up getting our food until 10:20 a.m. Guess we were on our own for the day.
We hopped on a tram to Prague Castle. After about 10 minutes, one of the girls in my group realized we were going in the wrong direction, so we had some backtracking to do before arriving at our destination.
We walked up a big hill and found this spectacular view of the rooftops.
Finally, we were at Prague Castle.
I had to make up for not taking a picture with the guards in London.
Some of the girls I was with didn’t want to spend money to go inside, but you’re only in Prague once right? Three of us decided to escape the cold and see Prague Castle.
The ticket qualified us for entry into a few different places on the grounds including the church above.
Next on the list was the castle itself.
Crown jewels! Don’t they look fake?
The best part was this adorable little street called Golden Lane, where people lived just 50 years ago.
I call this photo, “The Mad Scientist’s Lab”.
I wonder how they got up there to light those candles?
My friends and I decided we wish we lived back when dresses such as these were the norm.
View from a window.
Amy sized houses :]
Amazing smelling traditional Czech dessert.
After finding an Italian restaurant for lunch, we went off in search of the Communist Museum, which one of our friends said was really interesting.
We arrived at what we thought was the correct street after at least an hour of walking, tramming, and metroing. Another American college student who we had met the day before at the Lennon Wall, Johnny, told us he knew where it was and was waiting for us in the McDonald’s near it. One problem: there were at least two McDonald’s in sight and no sign for the Communist Museum.
We ended up wandering up and down this street multiple times because whenever we asked someone where the Communist Museum was, they would point in whatever direction we had just come from. We were frustrated, to say the least. We ended up telling Johnny to come meet us under a giant sign on the street. When he arrived, everyone was so cold and exhausted they just wanted to go back to the hostel to rest up. Being the traveler that I am, I wasn’t about to miss something we had spent so much time trying to find just because I was tired. I convinced my friend Hannah to come with Johnny and me to the museum.
The museum was actually on a different street and completely hidden inside of another building. Even thought it made it tough to find, it turned out to be a good thing because it wasn’t crowded.
The man who started it all.
Examples of the many brainwashing mechanisms. The museum showed how communism worked through the utilization of fear. For example, the government would conduct random drills in which people had to put on gas masks and practice what they would do if the U.S. used chemical warfare on them.
Communist tea party?
We went straight from the Communist Museum to dinner because we had reservations from the night before at the Thai place. All ten of us ordered pad thai and it sure was delicious. For dessert, I ordered something made from rice, coconut milk, and mango. Worth every sweet calorie.
That night, I decided to actually go out for a little bit as long as I didn’t have to walk far in the cold. We found a bar nearby that was filled with people in costume. We realized we didn’t get the memo on proper attire, so we left. We stumbled across a really cool looking bar right across the street that was playing SPANISH MUSIC! A little taste of Spain in Prague :]
The next day, we went to the Jewish Quarter, which was the last spot to visit on our list.
Names of people who were transported from Prague during the Holocaust.
Old Jewish Cemetary.
My last name in one of the museums!
The ceiling. Literally had my camera next to my stomach and pointed it up to get this photo inconspicuously.
Oh my god, this lunch. We went into a vegetarian restaurant with reasonable prices and a good sounding menu. I ordered the “burger”, which consisted of goat cheese, spinach, and eggplant. Best decision ever.
We did a bit of souvenir shopping and I bought the coveted and oh-so-touristy “Czech Me Out” t-shirt. We went back to the hostel to grab our bags and headed off to the airport for our 8 pm flight. Delays and turbulence created some frustration, but we got home safely. It was a wonderful weekend in what I like to call the Fairytale City.