Praha

H and I are sitting in Prague, the beautiful bohemian capital that looks and feels like renaissance Florence. It is whimsical, enchanting, suprisingly clean, and reasonably priced. The skyline is dotted with red clay rooves, strangley eastern steeples, and castle turrets that look like Van Gogh's Starry night crossed with Bram Stoker's Dracula. The original Pilsner Beer, Urquell, is brewed nearbye and advertisements for it cover 44% of the walls of the town. The people, speaking a strange gibberish language, are quite friendly and apparently know how to eat. The cafe culture is thriving, and it seems there is a large italian immigrant population given the number of trattoria and italian cafes. Tonight is the Eurocup final match between Germany and Spain. We intend to watch it in the magnificent Old Town Square on a projection screen with probably 10000 other people and of course, much pilsner Urquell.