I've been to Europe a couple of times so far, and I've loved it. On my most recent trip, my friend M Shane came along, and the two of us took the drinking tour of Northern Europe. (Well, you know, I had to compare the different vodkas in the different countries.) England served small, precisely measured shots, while in Germany, Heidi the Barmaid served what can best be described as a goblet of vodka. But the vodka in the Czech Republic tasted very keroseney; kinda like it hadn't been distilled enough.

Downtown Prague is like a roach motel for drivers. You can get in, but you can't get out. We spent at least a half hour trying to get just a few blocks, but kept coming to one-way streets and roads that twisted back upon themselves. Finally, in frustration (we just wanted to get to the post office to mail our postcards home!), we decided to drive across the trolley tracks even though it was clearly marked that we shouldn't. So off we go over the tracks and across the main street, destination in sight, when who do we see but a Czech soldier waving us over. The soldier attempted to speak to Shane, who was driving, in German and asked for his license, passport, car registration. Shane said a few things back in his best broken German. The soldier, having trouble communicating, asked him, "What's wrong? Don't you speak German?" Shane wanted to reply, "These are not the American tourists you're looking for. Move along", but unfortunately was only able to come up with a meek, "Not when I'm scared."

Did you know there's a K-Mart in Prague? That's wrong.

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