The Baby Eiffel Tower

Russian, British, American, German, Polish, Japanese, Spanish, Italian, and many others of unknown origin. We've seen them all, heard them all, along with many more. If New York is the melting pot of the U.S., then Prague is surely the same for eastern Europe.

And we are actually catching on to a little of the language after a lesson from our new American friend Don out in the south end of town. We travelled out to Haje yesterday to pay Renata for our new transportation, a pair of bicycles she found for us on the Czech Craigs list. Renata's sister Lucy is married to an American who loves to talk, and he gave us a lesson on the strange words we try to decipher. The bikes are perfect, and I will do my best to provide pictures.

This region is at the center of Bohemia. The word comes from the name of an old tribe of people the Romans conquered around the turn of the century. The first century. Ever since, there has been a city here on a bend of the Vlatava river. We watched tour boats plying the river last night below the Charles bridge, the most famous landmark in Prague. After a Thai curry dinner down in old town, preceded by a two hour drinking session at an Irish pub, we were challenged with the job of getting home on the trolley. Finding the connections and
stops, combined with correct rail lines can be a litle rough.

Earlier we had climbed the steps of a mini Eiffel tower, built for a Czech exhibition. It sits on a commanding hill above the river and the town. A funicular carried us up to the base, up a high hill above the water.

Renata is working on finding us a bike friendly route out of Prague, and we plan to meet out at her place on Tuesday to depart the metro area and into the countryside. Pictures are a must for the blog, we are working on strategies. This is a beautiful city, deserves at least a few pictures! I am writing this over a cup of coffee on a quiet Sunday morning, and the computer shows two am in Denver. Can't think about that or it will make you crazy.