Prague
After taking the last night train of our European Adventure, we arrived in Prague tired and groggy. Night trains were the worst part (aside from Paris of course) of the entire trip. They left us worn out and cranky. It is next to impossible to get a good night’s sleep on a night train. Unless, of course, you are a smelly, snoring French man in a cabin with two light-sleeping Canadians. Then you get the best sleep of your entire life.
Our most interesting stop in Prague was a toy museum that we just happened to be walking by in Prague Castle. While deciding whether or not we wanted to go in, Nicole noticed a sign for a Barbie exhibit and immediately made the decision for both of us. While i originally wasn’t too excited to see an exhibit based solely on a doll that i had little to no connection with, it ended up being both enlightening and hilarious. Watching the progression of Barbie’s various looks is like watching a fashion timeline. Historically, she has always been on the cutting edge, simultaneously telling little girls what they should achieve and what they never will. My favourite, by far, was the Fetus Barbie:
Eating in Prague was a treat. Being raised on hearty Irish/British pub food, i learned at an early age that on a cold rainy day, little will make one feel better then a good gravy with a carb-based food-sponge. Enter goulash. During a rain storm, Nicole and i ducked into a pub for goulash and hot mulled wine.
After indulging Nicole’s unsuccessful quest for the location of her favourite scene in Mandy Moore’s Chasing Liberty for as long as i could, we drank some Czech absinthe and went out for a nice Italian dinner. We ended up spending most of the dinner laughing hysterically (at what, i can’t remember) and filling up on bread and garlic/herb butter. Delicious.
