Today is Saturday, the 19th. We got back from Prague last night around 10PM. A mix of trains (From Frankfurt to Nuernberg for 2 hours) then a luxury bus on to Prague for 3.5 hours. Very comfortable. Lots of forests where the trees have black trunks and the spring leaves are brilliant green, or skinny pines that reach high and are almost to thick to walk through. Prague is a beautiful city, the buildings are decorated unlike any I've ever seen, narrow cobbeled streets, very hilly. We stayed in a hostel, which means a private room, shared bath and kitchen down the hall. There was a restaurant attached, and breakfast was included. We ate both morning and night there, and stopped for coffees and pastries a couple of times a day, or had a brochen sandwich at an outside cafe with red umbrellas and colorful cushions. Almost everyone speaks some english, or German, which Steffi is fluent in. We toured that rightly-so famous Prague castle, walked across the also famous Charles bridge, took an underground tour of old Prague. Seems in the 1200's they built a moat around Old Prague, and used all that dirt to cover up the existing city, and built new buildings on top. The cobbles are had on my knees, but once I figured that out and quit walking on them, my knees got better. Today, home in Frankfurt, I made the best pot of coffee ever, and put the laundry on. The coffee in Prague, not so good unless you get a 'real latte', which we had several of. Otherwise, they call it a latte, but it's really bitter mud with pale milk. And it's been on the stove all day. But the Czech beer is wonderful, just not for breakfast. Everyone drinks bottled water both in Frankfurt and Prague. It's all mineral water, and either is fizzy and carbonated, or not, which is called 'still' water, meaning no bubbles, that's the kind I like. Everywhere you ask for water, you get a small bottle of water, no tap water although it's ok to drink I believe. Just no one does. It was raining when we got into Frankfurt last night, but no rain on the time in Prague. I saw a house where Kafka lived for awhile. #22 on the Golden Lane. Tiny place, maybe 10 X 12 or so, that includes all the rooms, or rather one room where everything happens. Tiny bed, small table and two chairs, a hook for clothes. Small.