prague, czech republic.

As I exited the plane Friday afternoon, I was instantly greeted by the the brisk Prague air and a series of utterly incomprehensible signs written in Czech. Props to all those daring enough to study in a Slavic country and study the local language. As previously mentioned, I spent this past weekend visiting my friend Dylan, both exploring the city of Prague as well as living in the lap of luxury in his spacious, well-furnished apartment (so jealous of your oven). During my stay, my gracious host (not so) kindly told me that he is not an avid reader of my blog, as my tediously lengthy posts prevent him from reading past a few sentences. So, in your honor, Dilly, I will keep it brief.

View from Charles Bridge

In front of Lennon Wall

Lennon Wall

This is a tradition all too well-known in Paris. Lovers will scribble their initials on a lock, chain it to a gate on a bridge, and drop the key down to the river below, symbolizing their eternal love.

Inside of St. Vitus Cathedral

Other highlights of the trip include but are not limited to: seeing Prague Castle and its beautiful cathedral, winding through the charming cobblestone streets of tiny Disneyland Prague, enjoying home cooked meals at the Leong residence, and having some slovenly drunk scribble on my hand in attempt to confuse the bouncer that he had already stamped me in (don’t want to party with that guy…).

Other low lights of the trip include and are limited to: the cold, absinthe (first and last), and being taken to KFC.

Thank you to Dylan, who was such a gracious host. I applaud you on your culinary skills and cannot wait for the day your cooking repertoire extends beyond stir fry and pasta.

With love,
Leslie

Also, shout out to the best father, husband, and man I know. Happy birthday, Dad!!!