Small (talk) Win

I’m an introvert-extrovert.  I tend to avoid small talk and as a result don’t feel terribly comfortable when faced with situations that call for it.  The truth is, I’m quite good at it when forced into a corner but also quite good at navigating around that corner – something I’m not allowing myself on this trip.  So long story even longer (hey – I said I didn’t like small talk, not talking about myself), I engaged a lovely couple from Charlotte, NC who happened to be sitting next to me in the lobby of our hotel.  Becoming a better version of myself every day.

Day 1

San Francisco > Paris > Prague

After a shorter than expected travel day, we arrived at CDG.  Our flight landed at 6am, where we were greeted by rain (cue: humidity) and duty free stores.  I had forgotten how much I love international airports… bustling businessmen, the smell of Nespresso and well-behaved children.  A very short layover and we were on our way to Prague.

The sky turned blue on our way to Prague.   As we started our decent, the skyline surprised me.  Colorful ghetto-style buildings sprung tall across the countryside.  The Paris of Eastern Europe?  I’ll be the judge of that.  

Surely a 9am arrival is early – but where is everybody?  PRG was a ghost town.  A quick stop at the ATM and we were on our way to our hotel in a taxi playing American music.

After napping, we hit the streets with my camera in hand.  Straight to Old Town Square (Staroměstské náměstí) – where we found all the tourists, loads of ham and the Prague Astronomical Clock (Pražský orloj).  The clock was interesting but I’ve always been a fan of a good timepiece.  However, the young tour guide I overheard nailed it when he said, “Every hour on the hour during the day, the clock will put on a show by which the Apostles will show themselves through those windows.  You can come back and see if you want but, to be honest, it’s shit.  It was much more impressive a hundred years ago to have a massive clock that put on a show than it is now.”  #keepingitreal

We kept winding around the streets until we came upon Charles Bridge (Karlův).  Still to early to experience it at dusk (which is recommended) we crossed it and took in all the beauty of the life on the water. Little paddleboats and canoes played in the water, while larger tour boats glided with more purpose.  The Vltava flanked by buildings that only got more beautiful as the sky warmed and the sun touched down.

We searched for the perfect spot to enjoy a drink by the waters edge.  A toast with an African Chenin Blanc and Czech beer (whose name I couldn’t spell even if I did remember it)… and we hit our vacation stride.  Lucky us - fireworks across the way and then we wound our way back to our room… only getting lost once.  

Random last thought… 
I’m just going to say it… Prague is vanilla.  Hoping with a couple more days under our belt, I’ll change my mind.