The Party’s Over?

Gary and I have always been partners . . . in life, in parenting, in adventures, in many other undertakings. BUT – he does not like being a partner in this persistent sinus/congestion and today it showed. He has been moaning, yes, moaning. And not in a good way. He stood at the Metro with his eyes closed and said, “I’m just hoping I can make it home.” Good lord. Dara and Alec, I’m glad he wasn’t the carrier of you two.

More beautiful sights today—Praha is a city I would visit again in a heartbeat. We woke up to a thin layer of snow which brightens the dingy January look of the city. We walked the length of Wencelas Square and placed a rose on the Jan Palach memorial. One of the great benefits of traveling is the “thinking” time you get. I complain that in my job and at home I am in reaction mode. Here, I can contemplate and pontificate (at length). This might explain some of Gary’s grumpiness! We followed the coronation path again down Celetna and across the Charles Bridge and I was able to make my once-in-a-lifetime wish on the John of Nepomuk statute. He was a priest that the queen confessed to. The king wanted to know the queen’s secrets, but the priest said nada and was thrown from the bridge. You can imagine that my wish was sweeping: World peace in my life time.

Camille – we saw an advertisement for “real gipsy musik.” We need you here too

Tomorrow is our last day. I am so grateful to have traveled with Gary, to have seen the sites that we will talk about forever, but am so excited to go back to those who adore me.

Val’s asleep now and I’m so sick I can hardly type but I gotta get this blog post done since everyone is so faithfully following it. OK Val is asleep, I’m not quite that sick, Val only exaggerates a little bit and I don’t have any idea how many folks follow the blog but suspect it is less than I assume.

Val did not mention the two beautiful churches we went into today. Very different styles both incredible. I don’t keep track of their names so well or know much of anything about Gothic or Baroque but these were very different inside and out. The first one allowed access to the gallery (second floor kind of) and was white and had lots of what I would describe as layers. The second one had some of the most beautiful stained glass I have ever seen and I have been around (Guemes, Bellingham and even to Seattle a couple of times)

The views from up at the Castle were spectacular but I was starting to run out of gas and we had to get back to the apartment. We will go back to the castle tomorrow. That is one of the things I have enjoyed about this trip is that we have been able to spend some time going back to places and not just have to hurry from one site to the next.

Val took a picture of a cool European guy on the escalator. This gave me a chance to be reflective about important things like how I have thought quite a bit about the fact that you get off of one underground line that connects to another and you go down some pretty long escalators to get to them. Just how far underground are these things? Tried to Google it didn't find much but they do say that they have the longest escalator in the world so it must be pretty deep. I am so sick I have to try to get some sleep.