My name is Laura.
I am in my late twenties. I live in Austin, Texas, with my new-ish husband Kevin, and our pets Hazel, Wink and Lennie Briscoe. I enjoy college sports (particularly my Jayhawks), old movies, popcorn, outdoor dining, Scrabble, bourbon, pretzels, bad reality television, and the Chicago Blackhawks. I'm learning to be a better cook.
BORING THINGS I'VE TALKED ABOUT
My husband My wedding
Losing weight and wearing dresses
Places I love
Songs I love
My side project - Late To The Movies
As I previously mentioned, our plan had been to visit Krakow and I was very excited to go. A few weeks before our trip, Kevin realized that there was construction on the tracks between Berlin and Krakow and our trip would have been about 12 hours each way. As I was only in Europe for eight days (plus two days for travel), I didn’t want to waste a ton of time traveling to another city. We had heard from several people that Prague was super touristy, but decided to visit anyway.
I’m so incredibly glad that we did. Berlin, while beautiful in its own way, did not look the way I envisioned a European city to look, with old beautiful architecture and windy streets. Prague did. I think that, at least up until now, Prague is the most beautiful city I have ever seen.
Because of my crazy work and travel schedule before this trip, I didn’t spend a ton of time planning for our visit to Prague. My plan had been to follow this blog post as closely as possible. It’s an awesome guide but I wish I had spent more time researching some places that were more off-the-beaten-path.
If I could do it over again:
Kevin and I at sunset on the St Charles Bridge, with the Prague Castle in the background.
A view of Prague (St Nicolas Church in the foreground) from the Royal Palace at the Prague Castle
St. Vitus’s Cathedral at the Prague Castle. I just stood in front of this gorgeous thing for about fifteen minutes with my mouth agape. It’s the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen (although I actually preferred the inside of the Basilica at the Strahov Monastery but, alas, could not take pictures).
Strahov Monastery, where monks have been brewing (delicious) beer since the 17th century.
More beautiful architecture, and it was pink, so why not.
Pařížská Street, where all the designers have stores. Beautiful, but let’s just say I could barely afford to even walk down the street.
I want to move here.
The Old Jewish Cemetery (see explanation above)
See the rest of our Prague photos here: https://www.flickr.com/photos/snackmantis/sets/72157645948017895/
I have a few long and obnoxious photo recaps planned for Berlin and Prague, but here’s Europe in a nutshell:
(Yeah. That’s a pretzel with butter inside.)
We woke up early on the 10th to head to the airport, and Hazel was limping. She had been licking her paws all week because her allergies were bad and managed to chew part of the paw pad on her back left foot off on Thursday morning. Holy crap. We took her to the place where we were boarding her and explained the situation, and they eventually had to take her to the vet to get steroids and a big cone for her head. I’m super thankful that my mom was able to handle this for me while we were gone (I probably drove her nuts with all of the emails) and Hazel is feeling fine now.
Flying there and back was sort of brutal. I took all sorts of sleeping pills but could not sleep on the plane for more than a few hours. I felt a little nutty and claustrophobic, particularly on the 12 hour return flight, without natural light or space to move around, but I survived. Customs was great, I had zero problems and once again my severe travel anxiety was all for nothing.
It was an incredible trip, but felt very surreal while I was there. I spent a lot of the trip walking around in a daze (partially because jetlag was actually quite awful for me and partially because OMG IT WAS ACTUALLY HAPPENING). I took a ton of photos and kept a journal because I was afraid I would forget details after I left, and I’ve already started to forget. But it was a remarkable experience and I am so glad I decided to do it.
I totally get why people love to travel now. I’ve traveled a lot domestically but always felt ready to come home by the time my vacation was over (save for beach trips because I never want to leave the ocean). When it came time to leave Berlin, I felt like my trip had only just begun. I want to go back as soon as I can, but DAMN this trip was crazy expensive. I am kind of shocked at how much it cost (granted, we waited until the last minute to book our flights). So hopefully we’ll be able to go somewhere next year— it may not be Europe but I definitely have an itch to travel more.
So I left Kevin behind in Germany, and he’s not returning until August 7th. I’ve had a ton of people say to me, “oh aren’t you going to miss him? Doesn’t that suck that he’s gone for so long? What are you going to do while he’s gone?” And I find that to be super annoying.
Yes, I’ll miss him, of course. He’s my best friend. And my dogs REALLY miss him. But guess what, I lived 25 fairly successful years without him. I’ll be fine. I may struggle to work our grill, but I’ll be fine.
(That said, I have been a complete hermit since I returned, which I’m attributing to jet lag [which SUCKS, by the way]. I do need to make an effort to get out of the house and not lay in bed with the dogs for five hours after work, watching Intervention and reading.