Dear Mr. and Mrs. Sheeler, Welcome Home! Happy Walia

That's what the card welcoming us to our room said.

I'm sitting here enjoying our lovely bottle of Bohemia Sekt while updating my blog. It seems like it was just this morning that Kelley dropped us off at the airport, and I guess technically it was. The flights were good, if not rather choppy. Lufthansa still serves free beverages on international flights, and "Everything's Fine" is just about the saddest move ever.

Arriving in Prague early, was the first signal that we were going to be on our way to a very good day. We breezed through picking up luggage and emerged from the security doors only to find Mr. Happy Walia, only known to me over emails before today, standing next to his driver who was holding a sign that said "Mrs. Sheeler." That would be me. Both dressed in suits, they kissed us welcome, grabbed our bags, and we were off. A beautiful 15 minute drive later through central Prague, or Prague 1, we arrived at the Charles Hotel. We were welcomed with a glass of champagne, our bags disappeared to our room, and we were given all the information we needed to enjoy the next two days. When we arrived in our executive suite, there was another bottle of champagne waiting for us. This is definitely a place that will get our business again. And it makes me very happy.

First, you won't believe this lovely room.. . or should I say rooms. A living room and bedroom, study, entry foyer and full modern bath.

With a lovely view from the third floor that is literally steps from the Charles Bridge.

But here's my favorite touch!

Here's a few snaps of the bridge.

When we crossed the bridge we wandered over to the Old Towne square, without the aid of a map (we feel like locals), and found that the Easter festivities that I've been reading about really are true. It was a carnival like atmosphere with lots of vendors selling local crafts and local foods. The one interesting thing appeared to be a Czech version of elephant ears, but wrapped around a rolling pin looking thing spinning over coals and then smeared with, are you ready for it, Nutella. Civilization! Ian had to indulge in the Czech ham, a pig roasted over a spit, that was quite delicious. But I would have been happy with the sausages. But we still have tomorrow.

Well, that's just a taste of our adventures so far. The champagne is almost gone, it's getting dark outside, and our siesta is over. Time to explore some more. Sleep is for wimps!