Day thirteen. Srebrna Gora, Poland.
Since we did not have any concrete plans for the day, I requested that we sleep in late.
I was awake by 6am.
I was not amused.
I decided that if I was going to be up that early I may as well take a shower, get my stuff packed up and write some more of my blog. At least it was a productive morning.
We set out for Srebrna Gora, Poland fairly late in the morning and ended up having a gas station breakfast because we couldn't find any pastry shops in Katowice! We were a bit shocked to say the least. At the end of a bumpy goat road we found our hotel for the evening and it was the most sophisticated place we have stayed at to date. The rooms were clean, comfy and spacious and they were all connected by our ginormo balcony that had a hot tub and a view for miles around.
Since the day was still young, we headed out for another cemetery tromping session. This time however, was a failure; we never found the correct cemetery. There was a pretty cool little visitor's info stand that told us we were in the right spot though, it said the old town name was Weigelsdorf, home of the original Weigels (Doran family lineage). After a little history digging we figured the old gravemarkers must have been destroyed during WWII when Poland's borders kept moving around with each invasion.
Our short day of unsuccessful tromping made all of us hungry, so off we went to the hotel restaurant! I had amazing buckwheat and mushroom perogi with caramelized onions on top, I practically licked the plate clean. I also had a beer I've already had on this trip because it was that good, Paulaner Weisbier.
Lessons of the day:
1. As soon as I accept a new lifestyle (pastry breakfast) the world goes and yanks it out from under my feet.
2. The storks have yet to make an appearance in Poland.
Day fourteen. Prague, Czech Republic.
Our hotel gave us a great breakfast with a decent selection of "Bridget friendly" foods. After breakfast, we drove a short distance to an old military barrack called DonJon, it was pretty cool. The size of the walls was the most impressive part of the fortress. We goofed off with some "obscene gesture" pictures and some silly pictures on artillery. Down in the tunnels we found a water well, about fifteen feet from the well there was a shadowy area that I illuminated with my phone flashlight and to my horror I found a doll... staring at me. To quote Ben Folds:
Creepy motherf***er in the dark.
Once we were done goofing off we rolled down to Prague, Czech Republic. Tilly tried to kill us. She kept telling us to turn across three lanes of traffic into a one way road going the wrong way. Once we got to our destination we realized it was a pedestrian walking zone. Thank you Tilly. Sarah and I dumped everyone off at the hotel door and drove around the corner to the parking garage. We finally took a look around inside poor Tilly and realized she had garbage all over, it took half of a garbage bag to empty her out. Sorry Tilly.
While checking into the hotel, a group of nine hotties checked into the room across from ours. Sierra and I appreciated that although they didn't make much of an appearance for the remainder of our stay. The hotel was apartment style on the fourth floor with a jaw-dropping view. The first bedroom is where the death trap cot was discovered, it tried to swallow Sierra whole. The whole cot sagged down until the middle touched the floor. There are pictures somewhere. Amusing pictures.
For dinner, we took a walk down to a place called The Prague Beer Museum, its Prague's version of World of Beer. There were 31 beers on tap. Everyone except Ken ordered a taster of five beers (30 total), and no, we did not coordinate well enough to taste almost the whole menu. We overlapped in our beer selections quite a bit, but only one beer was left on the table so I think we did pretty good. Embarrassing note: our waitress spoke English very well, which I was unaware of, and the only burger on the menu was a cheeseburger, so I pointed at the cheeseburger on the menu and said, "with no cheese or pickles" to which the waitress responded, "So, you want a hamburger with no pickles?",
*face-palm*.
To cap off the night Brian and I took a stroll to the river and had very yummy gelato.
Lessons of the day:
1. Tilly might be sentient with a motive to kill us.
2. We should coordinate when ordering beer.
3. Never ASSume, you know what it makes you and I.
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