Monday, July 21- arrival in Prague

Thunder and lighting greeted us as our plane touched down in Prague. Our flight landed almost an hour late, and after collecting our bags we were able to spot our parents waiting for us. At 16 and a half Jack and I were flying alone for the first time, and as the jet setters that we were, it didn't come as a surprise that our first flight alone was from Barcelona to Prague. Everybody was ecstatic to see each other. We arrived at hotel constans late and asked the lady at the front desk if there was anywhere where we could find dinner. She informed us that it was typical of Czech people to dine at around 7 or 8, not 11. We walked along the busiest street in our vicinity and only one restaurant still had an open kitchen. Jack tried the typical goulash, served in a bread bowl. We walked back to the hotel content, and even in the rain Prague's beauty and energy was evident. We got into our huge hotel room and slept. 

The hotel room