Trains rule. We need more in the States. I got on a train at 7 PM in Amsterdam, had a few Budweisers (the Czech one), talked to my American carmates (one of whom oddly enough goes to school in Lexington), passed out and woke up in Prague. In typical family tradition, no one was there to meet me at the station. I found my way to the apartment only to realize no one had told me the apartment number. I was trying to use a payphone that kept eating my money when my parents and sister rounded the corner and found me. Prague is beautiful. Like incredibly beautiful. Don't take my word for it, check the pictures.
We Share Our Mother's Health
When the sun sets on a king and rises for a prince...
When in Prague, I suppose