Tom Selleck eats beets

Prague, Czech Republic

When people ask me what foods I don't like to eat, I always quickly reply with "beets."

No more, my friends. Last night Damon and I had a traditional Czech meal -- pork, sausage, sour kraut, dumplings, Plzen beer, and of course -- beets.

Simply put, they were delightful. (Mom, this does not mean that you need to cook beets when I return home in September. I'd much prefer a pot of red beans on the stove.)

So you're probably wondering how Tom Selleck comes into this? Well, since we're in Europe, Damon and I are trying to let loose and have decided not to shave. Informally, we've decided to have a contest to see who can grow the craziest facial hair. As many of you know, I rarely have to shave -- the only hair that I grow is around the moustache area. And thus, Damon has started calling me "Tom Selleck" or just "Tom."

Funny that he's ribbing me for being Tom Selleck. The kid died his hair blonde while he was in Alaska last month and is on the way to get a tattoo on his back of the Charles Bridge. Prague -- Czech it out.

One other brief mention: we went to the National Museum yesterday. The outside of the building was amazing so we figured it would be a cool one to hit. We were hoping to get some insight on the history of country and city. Instead, all we saw was a bunch of stones and bones. As we later read in our guidebook, this museum is only for the biggest "enthusiasts" and should be saved for only the "rainiest of days." Justin Stickler (my archaelogist friend) would have been in heaven. We weren't.

We leave for Berlin tomorrow at 3 PM.

Tomorrow Damon promises to post -- as soon as he dries off from all of his sweating.