Oh, did I mention...
My parents are going to Prague to attend this.
Carin. Is. JEALOUS.
...
The last time I was in Prague (well, the ONLY time) I went for lunch by myself to a restaurant on the edge of the Old Square.
I sat by a window overlooking the square, and ordered the only thing on the menu I could decipher: noodle soup. I remember a spring breeze wafting in the floor-to-ceiling windows, and watching people wander below me.
I attempted to speak to my waiter in the few Czech phrases I knew, and he responded in French.
It pleased me to no end that he did not think I was American, he thought I was FRENCH.
This is a highlight of my travel memories.
Carin. Is. JEALOUS.
...
The last time I was in Prague (well, the ONLY time) I went for lunch by myself to a restaurant on the edge of the Old Square.
I sat by a window overlooking the square, and ordered the only thing on the menu I could decipher: noodle soup. I remember a spring breeze wafting in the floor-to-ceiling windows, and watching people wander below me.
I attempted to speak to my waiter in the few Czech phrases I knew, and he responded in French.
It pleased me to no end that he did not think I was American, he thought I was FRENCH.
This is a highlight of my travel memories.