I am delighted to be writing you all from the big old clunker computer set up at the hostel Mellonu in Prague. We got in last night and had enough time to grab dinner and see the sun set over the city after our forays to St. Barbara's cathedral in the silver mining town of Kunta Hora and a visit to Karlstejn castle, where the Holy Roman Emperor Charles IV lived, not to mention the strange little church completely festooned with human bones (easily 40,000 bodies some of them plague victims, some of them bodies dug up when the cemetary shrankin size.)

Prague is bustling. Our hostel is right next tothe bright pink house of Antonin Dvorzak. I'l go home and listen to some of his music and brag about living nearby, however briefly.

Today I get to see the Charles Bridge, which is spectacular by reputation.

I'm going to have another fabulous falafel, probably, and then wait around until everyone buys multiple hotdogs, so that I can offer to eat all of the hotdog butt ends (which are really the best part) which iswhat happened last night.

We hung out in an underground bar and I had the best White Russian of my life, though everything I wore smells pungently of smoke, even after I hung it up in the window so that the night air could freshen it up a little.

I am terribly excited to be coming home.