Prague, Czech Republic, Day 1—3

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Last January, when my brother mentioned a desire to travel to Europe to celebrate his college graduation I immediately invited myself on his trip. Although we had never traveled together I knew we would get along and sure enough we did. In fact, I'm still amazed at how perfectly everything came together, despite a rainy start. Gratefully I was able to walk, explore, and be on the move even though I was still recovering from my accident. Over the course of two weeks I managed to take 2,000 photos. Sorting through them has allowed me to relive each moment and I'm glad I get to share a tiny portion with you. But before we begin I have a confession to make. I didn't read my guide book. Dutifully I always purchase a guide book and have every intention of reading about the countries I plan to visit— exploring the history and political upheaval that shaped that country; who their famous citizens are; understanding what it is really like living in such and such a city—yet without fail I never fully consume this information prior to my trip. For me I think that's the spontaneity of travel. Not knowing where I am going. Not knowing what to expect. Not having an agenda. That's my kind of travel.

Of course that doesn't mean I won't reference the guidebook along the way. I will. In fact that's often when I find it most useful, for getting the back story. We began our European adventure in Prague. That perfectly preserved city. Spared from the ravages of war, but a stone's throw from its horrors. While visiting the Jewish Quarter I was struck by the art work created by children at Terezin (the concentration camp just north of the city), found years later in a forgotten suitcase. On that same day, later in the afternoon, when the sun came out, drenching each concrete corner of a nearly 800 year old convent, I had the same feeling. Reverence for the former inhabitants of a place I was now standing in. Home to countless hopes, heartaches, and happiness. On another day we climbed down from the stately castle grounds and crossed over the Charles Bridge, heavily decorated with locks from couples sealing the union of their marriage. Then over to the John Lennon wall, a living legacy to the hope of the resistance movement only a few decades past. We ate goulash and street food, but the most incredible food I had in Prague was a vegetarian meal at Maitrea, followed by a stop at Bake Shop.

(To see the other stops on my European vacation check out Bratislava, Budapest, and Cesky Krumlov.)
For other glimpses of Eastern Europe see Bratislava, Budapest, and Cezky Krumlov

All images by me.


  1. I loved looking at your pictures and reading your post. You've always had such a style to what you do, say, wear, etc. Its like watching a wonderful Jane Austen film.

  2. These are amazing photos, my friend! Love the piano, it's fabulous! What a great trip. I'm so glad you had this opportunity to go with your brother and see such incredible places.

  3. Thank you Julia and Amy. I'm so pleased you were able to experience some of this amazing trip vicariously. Pictures don't do it justice.

  4. The poster of little teddy bear with a kalashnikov is honestly one of my favorite memories of Prague. I mean, there are 1,458 memories, but I so love that little bear.


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