7-23-09 Prague

Our train left early in the morning, so we grudgingly dragged ourselves out of bed, careful not to disturb our roommates. We shared our room with a couple from Spain, and that meant sharing a bathroom. The shower was poorly designed so that splashing water collected on the floor. My sister and I wore flip-flops in the shower to avoid flesh eating bateria, which we just knew was seething between the discolored tiles. In fact everyone wore shoes to the bathroom because it was the "sanitary" thing to do. However, wearing tennis shoes to the bathroom meant that the pools of water would mix with shoe-dirt and you'd be left with muddy footprints and pools of discolored water. Unfortunately, this had happened this morning, and it was brought to my attention by the lovely Spanish woman. She proceeded to explain to me in a half-English half-Spanish transcultural rant that I had muddied up the floor, and that I should clean it up, and that I smell bad. Ok, so she didn't say all of that, but she did yell at me for the shower as me and my sister packed for the train station. All we said was "We're sorry" as we closed the door and headed downstairs to check out.

We arrived in Prague in the hot afternoon, and went to our hostel. We dropped our bags off, and hung out in our four person room. My sister called our mom to tell her we hadn't been abducted yet, and that I had been able to piss off every Spanish person we had met so far. I hung out the window of our room, and watched the sky, which was clouding over. Suddenly there was a crack of lightening, and the boom of thunder as the heat, which had followed us ever since Italy, finally reached its boiling point. It started to rain, and soon it was a torrential downpour. The wind ripped through our narrow side-street, banging the shutters of windows as it passed. We waited while until the rain eased, and made our way to dinner. Welcome to Prague.

It was understood that there was an authentic Czech restaurant just up the street. I was in the mood for beef tongue, so we went to Kovics. Kovics had an underground fight club feel mostly because the bar/restaurant sat in the basement of a building reserved for offices. We ordered a plate of beef tongue for an appetizer, which I can say from experience looks exactly like it should. Ours was sliced lengthwise, however, you could definitely tell what it was. It kept the same shape, and consistency of what you'd think beef tongue would taste like, and I've got to say, it was really good. For dinner I had steak and my sister had chicken. We paid for the meal in Krowns, and everything added up came out to be roughly $30. Prague, I think I'm starting to like you...

We left in search of another bar, and walk around Old Town Square. After awhile we stumbled into a place called Chateau Rouge. We went in partly due to the rain, which had returned, but also because of the beer prices, ($.50 beers are always worth a try in my opinion). Halfway through our second beer, two Belgian women began talking with us. One was a 25 year-old speech therapist, and the other, (much cuter one), was a 26 year-old teacher. We told them that we were brother and sister traveling across Europe for a few weeks. The Chateau Rouge (sorry for the sizing)
They asked if we were going to Brussels, their hometown. We said we hadn't thought of it, but we might if time permitted. The teacher started flirting with me, and offered to buy me and my sister another beer. We didn't have any more money so I said yes, my sister said no. The teacher's name was Leigh, while we were talking, Leigh kept on playing footsie with me under the table. Though, just when Leigh and I were getting closer, my sister told me she was tired and that she wanted to go back to the hostel. I couldn't have my sister walking around alone in a foreign country, so I escorted her back, but not before I told Leigh I'd be back soon.

When I got back to the bar two guys, who looked like competitors on MetRx's World's Strongest Man, were talking to Leigh. I decided not to die, so I used the bathroom and headed back to the hostel.

On my way up to the room I ran into a three people sitting in the common room. Two had guitars, and the other was sitting at the end of the table listening. One of the guitarist's name was Howlin' Howie. Howie had been playing guitar for 58 years, he was traveling the world playing guitar and singing for anyone who'd listen. The guy at the end of the table was a Frenchman, he was quiet, but I managed to find out that he was going to Vienna next, so I told him about the Belvedere and the crazy drivers. The last guy was a redhead who went by Brian Policoff. He was from Arizona, but lived in Prague as a street performer. His craft was fire-spinning. He had done it in The Ringley Bros. Circus for years, and before that he had been a singing gondolier at the Venetian in Las Vegas.
Firespinner: Exhibit A

After a few hours of guitar and singing and talking, I said goodnight to them and went upstairs. I was careful not to wake either my sister, or the two girls, who were our new roommates, after all I'd already pissed off that Spanish couple, I was determined not to have a repeat in Prague.

Vienna! (7-22-09)

It was 9:30am when we arrived in Vienna, Austria and never in my life had I been happier to get off a train! We had been traveling for 12 hours straight, most of which I spent lodged in the corner of a stuffy compartment with 5 other people, and my sister! You can only imagine the horror. We got off the train stretching our limbs, our joints popped and cracked like a Regal Cinema's popcorn machine. It took us a while to gather our surroundings: 1. We were in Vienna 2. We were on the train platform 3. We didn't know how to get to our hostel. Luckily the maps were written in German, which made it easy to find our way. But, I thought, we're in a new country! Let's ask for directions! Thankfully a nice Austrian couple knew how to get to downtown, and so off we were off to find our first hostel!

At the place they call Westend Hostel we booked two beds, however, they told us the beds wouldn't be ready for about three hours. This we took as a formality. Since we were already sleep deprived, what difference would three hours make, right? We paid the locker fee for our bags, and left the hostel to visit the Belvedere.

Since we were downtown, the streets were very busy. One thing I noticed about Austrians, especially those who walk downtown, is that they NEVER jaywalk. My sister and I found this out the hard way when we tried crossing a street without a walk signal. We had made it halfway across the street when a psychotic woman in one of those tiny European Vespa-turned-automobiles came ripping

Looked something like this| down the street. She actually accelerated having seen us jaywalking in an attempt to scare the living shits out of us. Well, it worked, and from that point on we always paid attention to walk signals.

|Wrong Belv, Bro
We made it to the Belvedere, no not the Polish one, (or the Vodka). But the Viennese palace built for Prince Eugene of Savoy. It's a massive dual palace, with Upper and Lower sections, which both house museums. The grounds are organized in baroque style landscape to match that of the architecture of the buildings. Having time, we meandered through the gardens, and one museum in the Lower section. Beautiful as it was, (my sister snapped roughly a million pictures), we left to take showers at the hostel and catch some sleep before heading to dinner.  

We were both in the mood for something a bit heavier than Italian food, but we weren't too keen on Schnitzle just yet. So we had dinner at an Australian themed restaurant that reminded me of an Outback. Afterwards we walked around Stephansplatz Square where there were a bevy of street performers and dance crews. Stephansplatz Square is the heart of downtown, and it's where you'll find all the nightlife necessities for locals and tourists alike. At the center of the bustling square is a giant gothic church called Stephen's Chathedral or Stephansdom (appropriate right?). This was our first opportunity to see gothic architechture so far on our trip, as everything south of Venice is mostly baroque or classic architechture.

That's me!| We left Stephansdom to venture farther away from the central square, we visited Mozart's apartment, which looked like any other apartment, but with a hint of historical importance, I could've sworn to have heard the first few notes of Symphony n.40. We then walked to the church where the Vienna Boys' Choir performs, but it was closed. Those poor lads. On our way back we bumped into a few Americans, one was named Atella, (no not after the Hun unfortunately), who was visiting Vienna on his way to Rome. His buddy, Morice, was from Boston, and was working at a law firm in Vienna for six months. Together we walked around the city talking about the things Morice had seen, and about Atella's plans for his trip. Then Morice showed us all a one euro gelato bar a few blocks from Stephansplatz. Afterwards though, both Morice and Atella had to leave. Atella would be leaving for Rome in the morning on a six month trip around the world.

We got back to the hostel, but only stayed about twenty minutes. It was too hot in there, so we found a pub around the corner and ordered a few beers. They had a huge projection screen showing a soccer game between two rival teams. Whenever our team scored a goal, the pub would erupt in a frenzy of cheers and hugs, and the pub across the street would boo and yell at their team in German. After a while we left, and went back to the Westend, and I fell asleep before my head hit the pillow.