after leaving london i was eager to impress russell with my public transportation knowledge of the city of praha. i was doing so well until we made it to the metro station. all we had to do was get on the metro and get off...simple, right? wrong. we got on the metro just fine...stood there for a few moments and then an english speaker came running up to us saying...this metro is at the end of its line...you want to get on the one going the OTHER way. such a fool i was.
the next day i took russell into the city and we did very typical tourist things. charles bridge, praha castle, glorious food that makes you want to fall asleep, and as it turns out...its quite appropriate to have a liter of beer with lunch.
then i ditched russell because the children needed tending to. so he wandered the city streets and wouldn't you know it...he found some old women to charm. he's shameless...
unfortunately, my only time to visit the city with russell was during the evenings, so he had his own adventures during the day. all i would hear at night was him complaining about how his calves were going to explode. i guess he's just not built for the streets like i am...i say that in the most non-prostitute fashion possible.
another cathedral...with some good lighting:
on some of the nights, russell was a good soul and would give me advice on how to deal with the tiny trolls some people call children. they looooved him...or just loved that he would run around the house with them attached to his legs...
on our final night we went to a traditional czech restaurant and ate the most glorious of foods. i discovered these little balls of potatoes called kroquetes. you can eat them like popcorn until you explode. we enjoyed more beer and then found a super creepy statue outside. russell was actually climbing on the statue, broke its head off and then we had to run before the police got there. (it makes for a more interesting story, anyway...)
the next day, i braved driving the city streets all the way to the airport. trust me, this is terrifying. i did this because russell was scared and refused to use the tram by himself. he even started crying. wait...i did the crying. yep...i cried, all over again. but i found out that my sister does it as well every time she leaves london, so i'm going to chalk it up to a genetic abnormality. you'll be glad to know that russell made it safely to germany where he is participating in copious amounts of schnitzel and strudel.
the end.
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