We woke up to a much quieter Munich. All of the major stores were closed for a national holiday and, as a result, the city was empty. This was unfortunate for us since the top thing on our docket was buying a new selfie-stick and water bottle. But no big deal. We had some last minute packing to do anyway. Somehow, despite loosing all our stuff, Aaron was running out of room in his bag. We've been carrying around a giant copy of the book Europe on a Shoe String that we haven't really been reading. There was a book exchange in our hostel, so we decided trade it for a smaller book. Kaylea also left her copy of Never Let Me Go, which was ironic given the title. She wrote a small sentimental note on the inside cover, and we walked away with the books Into Thin Air, and Crime and Punishment. We'll miss Munich. So many people commented on our lack of a Texas accent. Every server we had would offer Aaron a dark beer, and offer Kaylea a lemonade. This is hilarious because Kaylea loves beer, and Aaron loves lemonade.
We made it to our train, and we actually had seats this time. It was a decent train ride. 6 hours. No transfers. Nice and simple. Passengers came and went. We had some decent conversations about our trip, the European economy, health care, education, and Aaron's beard. There was one crazy guy with a bunch of newspapers, but he was only in our little box for a few minutes. Kaylea scared him off. The lack of food was a problem. We were both pretty starving by the end of the trip. Not like poverty starving, but like I once skipped lunch in high school starving. The view from the train was of course amazing, but we've grown pretty tired of talking about the rolling hills, babbling brooks, and quaint villages. I mean look at this nonsense:
As we pulled into Praha hlavní nádraží (the train station) it dawned on us how unprepared we are for this city. We didn't know anything about it. We didn't know the currency. We didn't know the attractions. We didn't know the people. We don't even know the language. Aaron had attempted to learn some basic phrases on the train, to no avail. All we had was a vague recollection of a bridge from a google image search result, and a hostel reservation. It was unnerving, but it was the kind of excitement that we were hoping this trip would bring.
From what we gleaned on the walk from the train station to the hostel, the city is amazing. There's cobblestone everywhere. The architecture is unlike anything we've ever seen. It's like a bigger Munich. While checking in, we were told of some of the city's main attractions. The largest castle in the world is in this city. Let me write that again. The largest castle in the world is in this city. There's also this bridge! This is by far the nicest hostel we've been in, and that's saying something because Munich was pretty great. The kitchen is huge, the bathroom is awesome. It's basically like a giant apartment. We liked the city so much, that we decided to cancel Salsburg, and stay here a few extra nights. This is partly because the city is so awesome, and partly because Aaron's credit card still hasn't arrived.
We finished up the night with some pasta, blogging, and wine. After a long day of sitting on a train, we're off to relax. Kaylea's birthday is in 27 minutes. Remember kids: like Hemingway always said "Write drunk; edit sober".
P.S. THE MOST EXPENSIVE BOTTLE OF WINE WE'VE EVER PURCHASED
P.S.S It's really the least expensive. The Czech Crown isn't worth much.
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