Sunday 31 July 2011
Siegward picked us up after we cleaned our flat and packed up. We had a final fabulous breakfast, then learned from Sebastian via e-mail that our van would still not be ready for at least two more weeks. Arghhh.
We were given a lovely photo of snow and trees taken by Siegward, a magnetic soap holder we were coveting, and a tin of Ursula's homemade cookies. It was clear that all the help Dian's grandmother Martha, and her mom Marie, had given Siegward and Ursula's family during the GDR was unforgettable and appreciated beyond words.
With their escort, we filled up at the gas station near the autobahn and said our tearful goodbyes. With our new GPS "Jill," we drove in a drizzle to our hostel in Prague. Charles parked the car near the train station in a secure park & ride lot. After eating our Hexenhaus leftovers (much envied by the other hostelers), we decided to sieze the day and go out and see Prague by twilight.
We bought tram tickets that took us all the way to the top of the castle where we could hear organ music and began our descent down winding streets to the Charles Bridge. All along the bridge people were making music, and we saw some outstanding performances on a barge next to a jazz club, terrific avante garde stuff all for the price of leaning over the bridge. We even found the marionette shop we had visited (minus Nicole) 12 years ago. Starting from the castle and winding our way down to the center of town was very memorable for Nicole, because she felt it set a great tone for the whole city.
Although we did not arrive on the hour to see the famous city clock located in the town platz, we still had fun gawking at the incredible architecture.
Arriving at the hostel at about 10 PM (no curfew, yay!) we fell into a sound sleep... except for the large family coming in at about 12:30 AM and clearly not getting the memo about "quiet hours."
Siegward picked us up after we cleaned our flat and packed up. We had a final fabulous breakfast, then learned from Sebastian via e-mail that our van would still not be ready for at least two more weeks. Arghhh.
We were given a lovely photo of snow and trees taken by Siegward, a magnetic soap holder we were coveting, and a tin of Ursula's homemade cookies. It was clear that all the help Dian's grandmother Martha, and her mom Marie, had given Siegward and Ursula's family during the GDR was unforgettable and appreciated beyond words.
With their escort, we filled up at the gas station near the autobahn and said our tearful goodbyes. With our new GPS "Jill," we drove in a drizzle to our hostel in Prague. Charles parked the car near the train station in a secure park & ride lot. After eating our Hexenhaus leftovers (much envied by the other hostelers), we decided to sieze the day and go out and see Prague by twilight.
We bought tram tickets that took us all the way to the top of the castle where we could hear organ music and began our descent down winding streets to the Charles Bridge. All along the bridge people were making music, and we saw some outstanding performances on a barge next to a jazz club, terrific avante garde stuff all for the price of leaning over the bridge. We even found the marionette shop we had visited (minus Nicole) 12 years ago. Starting from the castle and winding our way down to the center of town was very memorable for Nicole, because she felt it set a great tone for the whole city.
Although we did not arrive on the hour to see the famous city clock located in the town platz, we still had fun gawking at the incredible architecture.
Arriving at the hostel at about 10 PM (no curfew, yay!) we fell into a sound sleep... except for the large family coming in at about 12:30 AM and clearly not getting the memo about "quiet hours."
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| Street performers on the Charles Bridge |
This sounds so exciting; I wish i was there. Meanwhile, thank you for thinking of us. We're enjoying thinking about you!
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