“Where are we?”
“I think we might be in Leipzeig”
“Lets ask Katie, she speaks German, maybe she can figure it out.”
“We’re in Berlin guys”
“Are you sure we’re not in Hamburg?”
“No, we’re in Berlin”
“How do you know we’re not in Budapest?”
“Because we didn’t go through Polish customs”
“But you said ‘I think we’re on the outskirts of Berlin’ like four hours ago, shouldn’t we have passed it by now? Could a city BE that huge?!?”
“I don’t know, I still don’t think we’re in Berlin. There wouldn’t be signs with ‘Berlin’ on them if we were in Berlin.”
“Yeah, maybe we should ask somebody. Hey Katie, ask somebody if we’re in Berlin”
“…we’re in Berlin”
“Hey! That lady’s giving out free coke!”
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Our plans to see Charles Bridge at dawn somehow fell through with an unfortunate alarm-clock ‘malfunction’ at 5:30. Instead, we managed to roll out around noon (literally, we were quite stuffed from breakfast). We spent the afternoon at the Castle Hill complex, careful not to pay any admission fees (see also: cheap). Contrary to our initial observations, Prague was every bit as hot as Italy and we felt it today.
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(For pronunciation of title see The Beastie Boys “Ch-Check It Out” circa 2004)
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We all sleep-walked to the train station this morning at five in the morning to catch a shuttle to not-so-nearby Malpensa International Airport. About an hour and a good nap later, we were being dropped off at the terminal and parting with our dearly beloved travel companion, Jen. The good news is, now she gets to join in the excitement through these wonderful and vivid blogs! Hope you made it off alright and you’re not still stuck in the (I imagine, by now) miserable Malpensa airport.
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The Uffizi was closed yesterday, so today was our only chance to see the famed Renaissance gallery. Once again, Katelyn was thrilled to see the subjects of her studies and tried not to linger too long in front of Botticelli’s The Birth of Venus. Tour groups were somewhat annoying but the pretty pictures made it more than worth while. Unfortunately we were unable to locate the mythical Bernini sculpture collection that was fabled to be there but we probably would have had to call the fire department to separate Katelyn from them anyway.
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