So to start off with, I did not burn down the house. I know. Amazing, right? However, because my family here didn’t have measuring cups of any kind (except for a liquid one) I had to go with, “ehh,” measurements. (Meaning. “I don’t know if this is exact but… ehh, it really doesn’t matter, right?”) So, the cookies ended up flat, chewy, REEEEALLY sweet, and super chocolaty! Instead of using semi-sweet chips (since they don’t have chips here) I used milk chocolate Milka bars. Three of them. Much less to say, it was almost impossible to save two of the 24 I made for the Mr. of the house. (I have no clue how to spell his name, but it sounds like Vlasteek…) The picture to the right is of Josephine (Jojo, as well call her) with her first plate of cookies. She actually had 4, I think. She came down twice to sneak some more, despite the scoldings.
The last four were taken on a tram down from Petřín Hill. The smart thing to do would have been to take the tram to the top. That would have taken about 3 minutes. I did the Kristyna thing and suggested we walk to the top, climbing the numerous stares, and almost passing out along the way. (Note to the smarter… bring powerade or gatorade. Sometimes water just isn’t enough.) And we took the tram down just because silly little me doesn’t like to get wet, and it had begun sprinkling outside. Not even raining. Sprinkling. Let’s just say I got my exercise and keep it at that.
Seeing at it’s so late, I’ll put a stop to this post here. I hope you enjoy the pictures. Prague is truly magnificent, and it even takes away my breath when I walk down the back roads, free from tourists. (After all, I am the Anti-tourist.) I also had my hair cut by a man who’s traveled the world! It’s probably the most expensive haircut that I will ever have. I didn’t know the full price util he finished the cut. I thought I’d done my research, but apparently not enough. Otherwise, my hair looks fabulously Czech!