Last night in Prague.

Our last night in Prague was a good one, although I feel as though I didn't get the Prague experience I'd been hoping for.

Once back at the hotel, our group met downstairs to make plans for the evening. The Texans were going to a special folk dance/dinner thing with Czech dancing and music, but none of us were too stoked on the idea of paying 50 euros for the meal (particularly the vegetarians) so eight of us decided to do our own thing.

I had wanted to visit the Jewish quarter and cemetery but the Germany versus England match was on in less than an hour, so I opted to go see that. Jesse decided to accompany, while Sara, Lynn and Elia went out shopping and visited the church of Infant Jesus of Prague.

We had been given confusing directions to Wenceslas Square and ended up going entirely the wrong way (all the while looking for a horse statue). I asked a local who refused to help and finally a nice Irish (I think?) fellow gave us perfect directions.

There weren't any street cafes with the game showing, so we decided to go to the first place where we could hear the game playing, Beer Factory. Despite its kind of silly name, the place was awesome, and we definitely picked the right one. We parked ourselves at a table in front of one of the many screens in the place, I poured myself a beer, and scoped out the scene. The majority of the room was filled with Germany fans, but there was a fair amount of England love going on too. We had missed the first 15 minutes of the game, but luckily we hadn't missed any action, as all the scoring went down after we arrived. And what a game! Germany has definitely stepped up in the past week and totally embarrassed the UK and shut down England's game with ease.

After the game was won and the celebrating had begun (although much less crazy than in Berlin), we met up with the ladies and stopped for mojitos and snacks at a classy little joint, Como Restaurant. We enjoyed the sunshine and drinks and conversation until Renate, Jim and Florian found us. So we paid our bill and then began walking the streets, looking for a place to eat dinner.

The restaurant we decided upon looked good but ended up being pretty eh, as was the majority of my experience with food in the Czech Republic. After dinner ended, we decided to go for some American comforts, and made a beeline for Ben and Jerry's, which tasted like home...

We enjoyed our ice cream on a leisurely walk home, and then ended up going to bed relatively early. In the end, I feel as though I was gypped of the Prague experience, but I guess now I know better for if/when I do return to the city.