Last post of the trip, my friends and family, last post.

I didnèt sleep tonight, and strange accent marks are from a French keyboard, not my typing skills, I assure you.

We stood on Charles Bridge, built by Holy Roman Emperor Charles when Prague was the seat of his castle, in the 1300s. There was wine, and swans, and light on the water and we watched the moon rise and set, and the swans fall asleep, and we met a woman from Wales and a man from Alabama, and then we walked to a gyro stand and talked to a guy from Chicago for a while, he recommended the Chicago gyros.

I am richer than I was before.