Greetings from our train back to Munich, where our journey will conclude. The landscape outside is finally littered with the first flurries of snow that I have been hoping for.
Our time in Prague, I’d say, was packed. Literally. Some of the places we went to were clogged with tourists. They were mostly snapping selfies and doing incredibly idiotic things so they might look good in a picture. Take a look at what we did.
Sunday
Once we dropped our things off in our hotel room, we walked to the Charles Bridge. Remember when I said there were some places where tourists constantly were encroaching? Charles Bridge was one of those places. The bridge was choking. I bet if it could, it would cough most of us into the sea.
We squeezed our way through, and since it was late, sought out a restaurant at which we would dine. After some time of searching, we found a small restaurant and decided it was good enough. Wrong. The small space was stuffy and had painted fake brick. The waiters were extremely odd and were checking in on us every five minutes. It was very annoying. The food was alright, but I never want to eat there again.
Monday
Breakfast at the hotel was one of my favorites. Cucumbers, salami, croissant with powdered sugar, chocolate granola, and milk.
On the way to the synagogues we were planning to see, we spotted the Astronomical Clock. It was beautiful.
We arrived at the Pinkas Synagogue. The interior walls were covered with names of many people who had lost there lives in camps during World War II. It included the family names and the year the person was born and the last year they were known to be alive. There were many children’s names. On the second floor, there was artwork of children who were in a camp in the city of Terezin. Some of them survived, some of them didn’t. It scared me and I didn’t want to be there.
Afterwards, we walked throughout the Old Jewish Cemetery. The graves were piled onto each other. Some were almost sticking out of others. I thought about how someone is buried, and people respect them. Then, another person dies, and their grave is almost dug up and another tombstone and body is placed on top of it. It feels disrespectful.
For lunch we went to Kafka Snob. Weird name. I had a hamburger. It was okay. My dad had an avocado burger. Two avocado slices acting as the buns filled with all the things you find in a regular hamburger. Cheese, patty, even bacon. It looked yucky.
We visited another synagogue. The Spanish Synagogue. The stained glass was beautiful and had a unique pattern.
Later, we strolled around Letensky Park, climbed a tall hill, and crossed the Čechuv Bridge. We then walked into the golden street, which I called a tourist gutter. There were people everywhere. We were shoved, pushed, separated, and smooshed. We finally escaped.
Tuesday
Tuesday was a short day. We took an old tram to a park, far from the center of the city. Crazy tourists would not flock here. We strolled around, immersed in the wetness of the ground, the sky, and everything.
We took another tram further into the city. When we got out, we saw the Namesti Miru church with many clocks. It had a clock on each side of two towers, which was creepy. The Italian restaurant that we went to was really nice and the pizza was super good. Not like that other place.
We tried to find my uncle’s apartment building, but ended up going to the wrong one. I’m really glad we didn’t press the buzzer.
We took the subway back to the hotel. My mother wanted to ride up and down the very deep and very steep escalators for fun. The train stations were so deep because in the Cold War Era, they were used as bomb shelters.
Now we make our way to Munich. I think this trip will be the best for a while. I know I will definitely be coming back to some of these places.
Cyanjasmine11
Tranquil & Tumultuous Travels 