‘Just one more night,’ he said.
Then, happily, Dan arrived.
Jase’s brother, who’s been travelling Europe for a few months, was going to Prague to visit an old friend. We dedicated his first day there to beer. Well, beer and walking.
My guidebook said there’s a good beer garden in a park that has a great view of the city, and we went to find it. It was empty, pretty much, when we got there (apparently it’s popular in the summer), but we could still buy a cheap beer at the stand. We sat looking at the city, and looked up how to say ‘Cheers’ in Czech.
Wandering, later, towards our next beer-related destination, we passed a group of people with an antique-looking video camera on a tripod. A woman from the group approached us – I thought they were going to give us hell for walking through their shot; instead she asked ‘Do you want to be in our movie?’.
My job was to walk to an ‘X’ she drew in the dirt with her shoe, look both ways as if waiting for someone, and turn and walk away. We practiced a few times, then shot it. I think it was an award-worthy performance.
We went up the funicular to the top of Petrin Hill, our destination: a monastery within the castle district that brews its own beer. We tried one of each kind – the amber, the dark, and the wheat, the amber ending up the clear winner. Monks are smart people.
‘Decided on one more day in Prague,’ I wrote back. ‘JUST ONE.’
‘Haha, I see you’re not immune to the Prague disease,’ he responded. ‘Might see you in Budapest’.
I did manage get out of Prague the next day, telling myself there is, in fact, more of Europe to see. Much, much more.