We left Poland at 10:11pm via the overnight train to Prague. It’s always an adventure trying to sleep on a train, but on the plus side you save the cost of a hotel and wake-up in a new city. After climbing aboard, the conductor came around to check our tickets and go over a few things. In doing so, he mentioned how to use the locks on our cabin, which would “prevent any trouble with the gypsies at night”. Now Cole’s a light sleeper as it is, so that just ruined any chance of him getting a good night's sleep. While getting everyone settled, I met a fellow Wisconsin grad on board and so we stayed up for a couple beers. After a bit, several Japanese tourists joined us, eager to share their sake. The night was getting shorter and shorter. Before you know it, we pulled into Prague at 6:51am and started figuring out how to find our apartment. We quickly got the sense that Prague is much bigger than Krakow. None-the-less, after asking a couple of locals, we walked all the way with luggage in tow.
Growing up, this area was always Czechoslovakia, but in 1993 they peaceably split to form two separate nations (Czech Republic and Slovakia). Like Krakow, the World War II bombs never went off here, so it’s a beautifully preserved city to simply wander. Don't ask the kids though, because wandering is overrated
in their book.
