I don’t know….
Prague has me trippin.
Nothing’s perfect. Except for maybe Prague.
I feel like I belong to a secret club now, or something.
A secret society of people who have visited Prague and now know it’s greatness.
I just have so many feelings.
First off, Prague (like London and Paris and many other European mega stars) is over a thousand years old.
Just let that sink in a little bit.
For me to feel like I belong to a secret society of people to have walked in Prague is hilarious. Sooooo many other people have been here before me.
They have a clock in the square that is twice as old as the founding of the United States.
And that’s just a clock. The 500 year-old Astronomical Clock, which we actually didn’t get to see because it was under construction. SUPER SAD. Cue a little bit of devastation, but really, the only disappointment I experienced the entire time.
I don’t know… it’s like the world hasn’t discovered Prague or something. Some of the other cities, while AMAZING, have felt at times over-run, over-visited, over-used (ehm, Paris), just worn out in a way. Dirty and smoky.
Like they just need a freaking break in order to return to their former glory.
Not that they’re not glorious, because they can be… it’s just sometimes they’re not, you know?
And I’m including London in this.
But not Prague. It’s different. It’s totally major. And has just as much amazing history as London, Paris and Rome.
I’m here to tell you. GO TO PRAGUE.
Prague first popped up on my radar a few years ago, while watching Emily’s season of *The Bachelorette.*
Heyyyyaa.. That’s right.
I mean, like they do on the Bachelor/ette, they just made the city look so amazing. And I was like “I’m going to be there someday” and it’s remained on the very tip top of our list the entire time we’ve been sitting in the UK.
The original idea was for Greg and Janice + Rich, Harry and Finn to go to Miniatur Wunderland in Hamburg for a night or two while I stayed back with the babies.
But, I was like, “Hey, I think Prague is close to Hamburg… just let me take a quick look at flights. Just a real quick look and see.”
And before you know it, we book an AirBnB and everyone is going and we’re doing two cities in five days.
The only problem that I could really foresee was that I wasn’t sure if Prague was kid-friendly. Being kid-friendly, or family-friendly, requires a few specifics things -which I’ll get to. But I didn’t know if Prague would be that way.
Then I pulled from the back of my brain, somewhere I had read a “Europe’s Best” list and that the best zoo in Europe was in Prague. It stuck with me because I was so surprised.
And I thought, alright. We’ll start with that and hope for the best.
SO, ALRIGHT –
Fly from Hamburg to Prague. The flight itself is short – only a little over an hour – but of course we were delayed AGAIN. By just an hour this time. So, thankfully, it’s not too painful.
And we were waiting in the airport instead of inside the plane.
Which is helpful.
We were free to roam, play, wait 20 minutes in line for a cup of coffee… stuff like that.
We arrive. And by the way there is no passport control. SWEET!
I love that when that happens.
Just waltz right on it, says the Czech Republic.
I’m going to like you, I thought.
I can already tell.
Our AirBnB host had arranged a driver for all eight of us, for the entire price of 30 Euros.
I was like… ah ya, we’ll take that…. thankyouverymuch. And the driver was there waiting for us with his little sign.
We settle into our house with no issues.
And it’s in this old, sorta could-go-either-way type looking building.
But I mean, look at some of that detail work around the windows and the iron work on the door.
Just, you know. Average.
I know this apartment got tons of five star reviews, and I know it’s in a great location. But you still never really know. I look around and the street itself is light and clean. The neighborhood seems safe as well.
We walk in and up three flights of stairs and I continue to appreciate the details of this building. The tile, the doors, the railings.
These were the doors to our apartment. I wish I would’ve taken a picture of every set of doors. They were beautiful.
Moving in, the apartment was as described. Light, clean, and spacious.
With a long row of bedrooms on the front, and a kitchen and bathroom along the back. When traveling anywhere in other people’s homes – you have to be ready to make concessions. And I didn’t know what to expect.
But honestly, this place was just right.
The view out the front:
Looking out behind the kitchen:
Only a few simple issues in the house.
1 – We could not figure how to get hot water.
2 – I could not figure out how to use the coffee maker.
3 – There was quite a bit of street noise at night.
4 – We spotted ants in the kitchen.
1 – Papa figured out how to get hot water flowing.
2 – I’ll just make tea instead.
3 – We’ll close the windows at night….Or if it’s too hot for that, we’ll see if we can sleep through it. The kids all slept like literal rock stars. And I think even though us four adults took turns being woken in the night, for the most part we all slept.
The kids slept and that’s the important part.
Plus, here’s the thing. You can either be close to everything or you can have a quiet place to stay. But you can’t have both. We’ve learned that we prefer to prioritize a central location.
4 – We are very creature friendly…. and there were only a few. And the last morning I didn’t see any at all.
Oh, and I should mention the other quarky/historical/educational detail about the house – and slight hazard for the children.
Giant windows. Open straight down.
I’ve never seen windows anywhere else like this. They were in every home, building, and restaurant I spotted in Prague.
Quadruple pain – swing windows.
Definitely a little bit to get used to.
They aren’t quite as trecherous as they looked because with all the different panes to swing open, and a good two to three feet of casing, plus radiator – it would be challenging to actually climb up there well enough to fall out.
Possible, of course, but challenging.
I never felt overly worried about it. And I imagine the people of Prague who live in these homes full time don’t get overly worried about it either.
So that’s that.
And of course, upon arrival, it only took a few minutes for Finn to construct a fort.
Moving on. We settled in. Found a near-by KFC to grab a quick dinner. HAHAHAHA.
Then we got the kids in bed, left them safely guarded by papa, and went out in search of a grocery store and if we were lucky – some gelato.
We found said grocery store.
Managed to figure it out enough to buy food for breakfasts, drinks, treats and snacks. We we made it out in time to hit the gelato shop on the way home.
Our first full day in Prague was officially ZOO day.
This visit was pretty hyped up.
I’d done some research. We’d been looking at the map online before hand. We’d peeked in at the live feeds on the elephants and taken a look at the offering of exhibits – which is extensive and very impressive and featured some of their favorites like Lemurs, Otters, Tigers, Hippos, Elephants, Polar Bears, Lions, a Giant Salamander, and so many more.
It has almost 9,000 reviews on TripAdvisor. And according to Trip Advisor, it’s the 5th best zoo in the entire world.
For our animal-lover babies, I badly wanted it to live up to the hype.
And I have to say, after being there for the entire day… it does.
First off – it’s huge.
This is a good thing because it’s amazing, but a bad thing because it’s exhausting.
But for the most part, a good thing.
Sidenote – I made sure to make room in our luggage for Finn’s animal adventure gear. A gift from Grandma Susie. Because, of course, I wanted him to look awesome. And he excitedly wore it all day, even when it was kinda too hot.
Secondly, it’s essentially on a mountain.
The map doesn’t show elevations. So we had no idea about this. We visited a few enclosures near the entrance and then Finn wanted to take this random path over around the corner that kinda looked like it was going to nowhere. But he was insistent and it was early in the day – so we agreed to follow him.
And we climb up this path.
And up and up.
And UP and UP.
And again – this is a bad and good thing for us. Bad, because we weren’t expecting to go on a hike today. But it’s a good thing because as we climb up we start to get an amazing and unexpected view out and over the rest of the zoo and the city itself. We finally did spot some small random bird enclosures along this mountainous walking path, and Finn goes “I found parrots!!! TOTALLY WORTH IT.”
The weather was beautiful. We made it to the top and there was coffee, clean toilets, and ice cream. And we even saw a few more animals on the way.
The nice thing about inadvertently climbing to the top of a mountain was that everything was a downhill walk after that. So, really, we did the best thing first. We would’ve been way too gassed at the end of the day to make that trek.
We wandered around and covered the rest of the enclosures and exhibits during the rest of the day. Stopped for food and play.
There were a few giant, amazingly beautiful statues around that handily served as landmarks on the giant map.
Oh, and don’t forget – everything is in Czech. Might seem like a major problem, but it really wasn’t. The zoo is definitely NOT near the main tourist areas where you have the highest concentration of people able and willing to speak English + english translations of signs and menus. There was definitely a this-is-a-local-place type of vibe to the whole thing… lots of just Czech moms with kids and local-looking families. Despite that, most of the employees were helpful enough. And I was able to find an english translation sheet of the menu at the restaurant and fumble through an order.
Plus, most things are in pictures and we don’t like to read that much anyway.
Just in general, the enclosures were dreamy. The walks between the enclosures were dreamy. It was heavily wooded with plenty of shade, but still clean and easily walkable. It was more like taking a walk through the woods than it was being in a “zoo.”
As the afternoon went on we were definitely hitting a little bit of an energy slump. The sun was getting pretty hot, we’d walked ALOT.
But we continued on, and like an oasis in the dessert we happen upon a little pool. Little Czech babies running naked in and all around, and everybody just relaxing in the shade.
Finn, who is not only our animal-lover, but also our natural fish says “Hey! Hey! Can I get in the water?? Please!?!”
And honestly, I was sort of in a haze and I was like “I don’t know… don’t you want to continue on so that we can see the whatever whatever over there…” and he was like “NO. I want to go swim in that pool.”
And, then of course, Theo and Viv chip in “Ya! We want to too.”
But again, I was like, “Guys, I don’t know. We’re at the zoo. Do you really want to stop and do this when we have other animals to see? Plus, I didn’t bring anything for you to swim in.”
“That’s ok” says Finn. “Just let me put my feet in for A LITTLE BIT!”
“What do you think daddy?” I say.
“I don’t think so guys.” Replies daddy. “We can swim another day.”
“Please. Just for a little bit. Really quick.”
“Alright.” We concede. “JUST your feet. JUST a little bit. We’re here at the zoo, remember. Aren’t you excited to move on?”
“yayyayaya whatever.. whatever… ”
And within three seconds flat, Finn has his shoes and socks off and is shoving them to me turning to the water without hesitation.
I look around at the other kids around the pool. And most of them, up to a certain age, are naked or nearly naked – because it’s Europe and that’s the way we do it.
And everybody is cool.
And I’m soaking in the beautiful weather and the beautiful mountainside view we have. I’m helping Vivi take off her shoes and socks. She gets in with her dress on. I’m taking off my sandals. The cool water is absolute heaven for my over heated ankles.
And Finn is just SO HAPPY gingerly splashing around. But, you know, after a few minutes, he starts pushing it a little and going deeper into the pool. The bottom of his shorts get a little wet.
And I turn around to help Viv step into the pool and I *hear* Finn drop his entire clothed bottom into the pool.
And that was it. He convinced me to let him take off all his clothes.
“Just let me be naked and swim for little bit, like everyone else. I really really want to go under the bridge.” He said.
I guess we’re doing this.
Fact about Finn – he doesn’t like to wear clothes.
This is well documented.
I don’t know if ANYONE has ever been as happy as Finn was swimming completely naked in this pool.
Harry and Theo stuck with the original feet-only plan… sort of…
And after only a few minutes, Vivian, our other exhibitionist had soaked her dress and decided to jump on the nudie train.
And we just took the time and let them swim.
And we sat, and their wet clothes dried on the sunny grass.
And it was sort of the best.
And for me, this little nude swim, was not only the perfect refreshing battery-charging-cool-down that everyone needed, but was also a real highlight of the whole trip.
To think, Rich and I didn’t want to stop for this.
Life teaches you a lesson even when you didn’t realize you needed one.
Take a second or a minute or an hour, and go for the swim.
Even though I didn’t bring swim gear, I did pack a couple microfiber towels, and a change of clothes for Viv. Both came in handy.
After drying off and getting back to decent, we finished up the animal visits and even found it in our energy reserves to race down this little track we found.
When you ran by, it told you how fast you went and then told you which animal also ran that fast. We all did it, even Grandma and Papa. After that, we were all truly tired and it was almost time for the zoo to close. Grandma treated the kids to a visit in the gift shop and I got some (more) coffee.
Then we returned to our apartment by bus and tram.
Our 30 minute journey was complete with snacks to keep everyone quiet, happy, and most importantly – awake.
As stated above, I think this zoo totally lives up to the hype.
I found it:
- to be cheap! (adult admission = 200CZK = 7GBP = 9USD)
- not crowded
- very clean
- to have wonderful animals and exhibits
- to have frequent and clean toilets
- to have a good variety of clean restaurants with good service
- to have minimal gift shops (a plus if you ask me)
- easy to get to from the city center
I mean… what else can you ask for? Overall, just a huge win for us and a great day.
Once we got back to the house, we fed and scrubbed the kids, and got them promptly in bed.
We made sure Grandma and Papa were also fed, because they graciously offered to stay with the kids so that Rich and I could go out for dinner.
Rich and I were tired, but we were also really excited to go out.
So, we rallied.
Rich researched where we should go while I got ready.
Then we were off. And we got our first real look at the streets of the city center.
In Prague, the specialty is meat and beer.
That’s what we shall eat.
This place, named Kantyna, is a butcher shop in the front and then a buffet/cafeteria in the back.
The offering is different everyday, but always simple and traditional Czech fare. Across from the food station is the equally important beer station. After you get your food, you sit further back where it is cafeteria style and very casual – so you can make friends.
Apparently, places like these are very popular and all the rage with the ‘kids’ in Prague. But I found this one to be extra-hipster with copper fixtures, white walls and high ceiling, open seating, slick lighting, and overall attitude.
I have to admit, I really doubted our choice while we waited in line to be served. I had no idea what we were looking at and absolutely no idea if we were going to be able to communicate with the person trying to help us. But you see this man…working the counter – with the slicked over hair, white shirt, black apron?
He smiled at me, proudly and patiently spoke in perfect English, and told me what was on offer. I asked him what he recommended, and he proceeded to lovingly put together my plate.
And then he convinced Rich to try the steak tartare (raw beef).
Sidenote – Prague is FAMOUS for steak tartare. Just as much as Paris.
Rich says to him “I really want to get the tartare. But I have to admit, I’m afraid.”
He says, “No, you just try some.” And he grabbed a little spoonful of the tartare for Rich to try and says “No junk, no fillers, no ketchup or mustard. Just salt and pepper and great Czech beef.”
And Rich proceeded to order an entire plate, which was literally a half a pound of uncooked beef.
I’ll admit, this man charmed me. He did.
I said to Rich “I wish we could take him home with us.”
And Rich was like “Uh.. What now??”
“Ya, you know, just to have around. To tell me what to eat and then make it for me. It would be so amazing, wouldn’t it? I love him. I want to keep him.”
None of that is creepy or weird.
You had to be there.
On my plate – pulled pork, potato pancake, horseradish, asparagus with lemon sauce.
And on Rich’s plate, of course, the taretar – of which I had a bite or two.
Everything was DELICIOUS.
I don’t like, or drink, beer. Ever. But Czech beer is a whole thing, so of course I’m going to try some.
And wouldn’t you know, I liked this beer. To be fair, they cheat by adding juice. Freshly squeezed orange juice to be exact. But I don’t care one bit. It works. It’s amazing.
And I drank my entire beer all by myself and STILL wish I could have more, right this very minute.
And we drank, and we ate, and we sat right next to strangers, and I was a very happy person.
We followed that with a little walk along the river, and then it was time to get back to the apartment.
We wake up the next day with rough plans to tour the city. Eat breakfast at the house, and leave in a leisurely fashion.
We make our way through the streets, toward the Old Town Square.
I’ve got my trusty *Rick Steves* guide book.
The surroundings are hard to process.
It feels sort of Mediterranean sometimes, but then feels German too or Dutch, and also sometimes even a little English. It was the most amazing mix of buildings, each with a different color and usually amazing stone work and a tall tower or spire.
And HUGE old doors.
The streets are winding and narrow. And almost everywhere we went was cobblestone.
Stop the train. WE FOUND AN ANT.
All the little shops and such.
The official street pastry of Prague is the “Trdelnik.”
Rolled dough, wrapped around a stick, then grilled and topped with sugar and/or your favorite mix of filling.
You can find them being sold all over town, so of course we stopped for one… or two.
We never did find out how to properly pronounce the name of this delicious treat. We just kept calling it a “turtle neck” because that’s how the word looks to us and honestly it looks a little like a turtle neck. Why not? Sorry, Prague.
I will return someday and have one, or more than one….
We round the corner after our treat break and find ourselves in the square. And discover the the Astronomical Clock is covered. That’s alright though. I read from my book a few other interesting things about the square and we just relaxed for a little while.
There was beautiful live music playing, we all enjoyed that.
The weather was outstanding.
And, they had a meat and beer stand.
We had some of that.
Look at this simple archway.
Look at the sidewalks.
We walked from the Old Town Square towards Charles Bridge.
I’d heard about a little library that might be worth a stop if we were in the area. A little look on my map proved that the library was, in fact, right on our way.
Some people think the Klementinum Library is the most beautiful in all the land.
And I might agree. I mean, I haven’t seen a book house better than this.
It was founded in the 11th century and houses 20,000 books – many of which are famous and there is only one copy. It’s completely preserved and also still a working library.
Only rules are you can’t go in and you can’t take pictures.
And to actually look at a book, I’m sure you need to jump through just-a-few hoops.
All of which is understandable.
The only way to see the library is to book a tour. The guide will walk you to the library, give a little speech, and let you stand in the doorway. I wasn’t allowed to take a photograph – but do not fear. As usual, internet to the rescue.
When we walked up to the building, there happened to be a tour starting right then. The tickets were fairly inexpensive. So we thought it worth the gamble. It was really special and I’m glad we stopped to see it in person.
And let me answer the question I know you’re thinking.
It smells like old books.
From here we continued our walk towards the bridge and stopped at Starbucks – for a potty – which is nothing special. But inside the potty, I found this sign – which I do think is special… and strange…. and hilarious… and obviously, with the two language options being English and then some type of Asian-themed language aimed at a certain type of people. People who stand on toilets, I guess?
So many questions…
Has this become a problem? Such a bad problem that they had to make a sign?
Why is this in Prague?
Do the people who need to read this sign think they can’t sit on a toilet?
It’s weird is all I know.
Around the corner from the sit-on-the-potty Starbucks was the landmark Charles Bridge. Famous for statues and for being beautiful. Pedestrian only, of course.
Just before the bridge tower, there was a man with birds.
We paid him money to put the birds on us.
It was fun.
Then we were under the tower and walking across the bridge, and getting a great view of the other half of the city and the castle up ahead.
We got across, and the beautiful scenery only continued. I seriously have never been so compelled to take pictures of buildings. And streets. And manhole covers. And street lamps. And doors.
I just thought everything was so special and picture worthy.
It was honestly kind of exhausting.
Then, like good little soldiers, we reported to McDonalds.
Because we are traveling with four children under 9.
Sorry, not sorry.
Eat, drink, potty, walk on.
Our next idea is to tour Prague Castle.
Which I now sense is going to be up high. I’ve taken in the view from the bridge. I’ve learned a lesson from the zoo. I’m going to use my deductive reasoning and guess that we’re heading up a hill to get to that castle.
And I was right. But, it wasn’t a hillside path this time.
Just a simple set of stairs.
The stairs go up and up.
And wind around and go up and up again.
I volunteer to take the 20lb stroller up the stairs because I always relish an oppurtunity to work my glutes.
On the way down the stairs, Harry, Finn and I each counted the stairs and we each got three different numbers. Google says there’s 121 steps.
It felt sort of like 300 or so.
But, again, the weather was beautiful, there were lots of little landings along the way. We weren’t in a hurry, the kids did great. Even carrying the stroller up wasn’t so bad.
Taking any little second they can to play with their fresh Happy Meal toys….
We get to the top, and as you would suspect, there is a spectacular view out over the city and a rather large compound of (more) beautiful buildings.
We find the castle gates and go inside.
You can tour around the grounds and buildings of the castle complex, but we’ve got our eye on St. Vitus cathedral.
These old cathedrals never cease to impress me. And this one, with it’s simple austere ceiling, lots of light, and exceptionally brightly colored stained glass – might just be my new favorite.
We ventured out of the castle grounds and found a little spot of grass to let the kids play in. As if they didn’t get enough exercise today. I thought they’d maybe sit and chill with us. But nope – they’re good to go. Run around and play for a bit.
Look at the brick work on that building… and this simple street lamp.
All of us! Together in the frame!
Time to head back down now.
We’ve got a gift shop to hit, and coffee and gelato calling our name.
Notice the stair-step print in the brickwork on the ground.
Back across the bridge….
The picture-worthy Prague tram. By the way – watch yourself in and around them. They’ve got quite a little ZIP to them.
One last picture for me and Viv.
And we’re rounding the corner back to the apartment.
This night, I stayed home with the kids and got them fed and in bed while Rich took Grandma and Papa back over to see my friend at the butcher shop cafeteria. He saved his appetite and when they returned, Rich and I ventured out for some delicious Asian fusion. Because when there’s good Asian fusion in the area, I can’t resist it’s pull.
We ate and had a great dinner, but not before stopping for one last picture by the river.
We have VERY INTELLIGENTLY booked ourselves an afternoon flight out of town.
So, the next morning, we leisurely pack up, eat breakfast and leave the house.
Since we have all of our luggage with us, but it’s not yet time to go to the airport, we decided it’s best to lounge in the park near the train station.
Have a play and eat some lunch. Then, when the time is right, head to the airport.
And we arrive at the airport with absolutely no trouble and find ourselves with some more time to kill.
And looky there…. sent directly from the airport gods, the perfect cage for our children to play in while we wait.
They even made a friend, Marcus.
“Their best friend in Prague” they told me.
But it’s not all cupcakes and rainbows and skipping right onto the plane.
No way would it be that easy.
We find out we’re delayed. AGAIN.
By THREE HOURS this time.
You know….. like….. whatever man.
I could say a lot of things about airports or Ryan Air or time or bad luck.
But you know, it just happens. You are at their mercy. Completely at their mercy.
And… frankly, it’s what you knowingly sign up for when you venture outside of your hobbit hole. No sense in being a total grump.
We had electricity, food, water, clean and working toilets. The area where we were camping was at a pleasant temperature, and very clean and not crowded. Nobody bothered us. And we had the unexpected BONUS of a play gym. Waiting on a delay is the absolute worst, but when you’re comfortable it’s not sooooo bad.
And Prague was so good to us, honestly I can forgive this.
It’s not Prague’s fault anyway. It’s probably Paris.
We finally make it onto our plane. And we’re all a little relieved.
The flight home is short, just an hour.
Later than we wanted, but we are going to make it home.
I can confirm that Prague is indeed kid friendly.
Here are my criteria:
- walkability/public transit
- ease of dining/ordering/seating
- cheap/free activities
- crowd level
- cultural experience balance
- general safety/crime
- smoking culture
1.cleaniness: you can look back through the pictures for proof. But this city is spotless. Not a lick of trash or a cup rolling down the street. Even taking the “back roads” to the grocery store, even when we ventured outside city center for the zoo and for Asian fusion date night = all squeaky clean streets. And I didn’t notice a single homeless person. I mean, it’s not the biggest deal, but it’s just nice to see… and smell. And NOT having to discuss ‘homelessness-in-society’ is always a welcome treat.
2. walkability, public transit; both stellar. We chose a centrally-located apartment, which is key. But more importantly we were easily able to walk from the Old Town square, over the bridge, and to the castle – no sweat. We didn’t have to mess with trying to find a cab or public transit to get through our day. Not only does that make the day more relaxing – it saves a huge amount of time. And when we did use the public transit (the tram, the bus, and the underground train) to go to the zoo and out for dinner – it was really cheap, light and clean, and very easy to navigate.
3. dining, ordering, and seating… when we did have food out with them, places were not very crowded and we were easily able to find seating. And there were plenty of familiar options for us to grab for them – Subway, KFC, McD’s. Frankly – we go around this as much as we can with the kids while traveling. I pack them hearty snacks. We let them eat fast food. And we do a lot of eating in the apartment. Mostly because we have the special problem of needing 6 seats. With Grandma and Papa – that makes 8. European restaurants, generally speaking, are small with not-always-alot-of-seating. Plus, many European restaurants have a certain timing that we find… annoying… with the children. It just takes way too long and it’s a waste of time for us. Trying to entertain our children inside a restaurant waiting for food…. just doesn’t work. We’d rather use that time doing something else. Most of the time we manage to find street food options for them to try – like the Trdelnik, the meat in the Old Town square, and gelato – in order to meet the food-culture requirement of the trip for them.
4. cheap/free activities/green space = lots. Everything we did was very inexpensive and we had a great time. Sometimes your kids don’t like something or they poop their pants and you have to leave. And in those cases, it’s a good thing you didn’t pay very much to get in. And a big green space is sometimes exactly what you (and they) need. Plus, it’s a good dose of the local culture.
5. crowd level: low and the vibe was relaxed. This is important because it becomes a safety issue… and because it’s annoying.
6. cultural experience balance: perfect. I found the city center to be very authentic in it’s shops and restaurants. It wasn’t over run with gift shops and tour companies. But it wasn’t too far out of our comfort zone either. It didn’t feel bombarded with stupid merchandise and there were zero peddlers trying to sell us mini Eiffel Towers. And the sights and cultural activities are plentiful and cheap.
7. General Safety/Crime: we never felt unsafe.
8. Smoking Culture: better than other places, but not as good as it should be.
9. cost: the most inexpensive trip we’ve had to date. Exchange rates are very friendly here.
Not only is Prague kid friendly, but it’s people-friendly.
It feels like this city was built with thought and love.
And it feels like it’s taken care of with thought and love.
You can relax.
Nothing is in your face.
It’s just there for you to enjoy.
Prague just wants you to be yourself.
The kids all took turns running fevers before we left, the weather called for constant thunder storms. I was worried and anxious about the unknown of Prague – our most Eastern adventure yet.
But once again (despite our airport delays) I feel like the travel gods smiled upon us.
It all just sorta rolled into place.
The kids got better just in time.
The weather cleared.
And we did it.
We wanted to go to Prague and we made it happen.
And once again, I can’t really believe it.
We did it.
WE WENT TO PRAGUE.
Where we stayed: