Who needs luggage anyway?

Prague, Czech Republic

Before leaving, I thought about putting a blog entry up about all of the preparation that I put into packing for this trip. I sought advice from friends and read tips online. I even bought a cool dry-fit towel and a super sweet REI backpack. I packed in great detail, sealing my underroos in a zip-lock baggie and getting travel-sized toiletries (except for shampoo...I've got a lot of hair).

Turns out that was all for naught.

As I ran through the Paris airport at 6 a.m. on Monday morning, I already knew that my preciously packed bag wasn't going to be waiting for me in Prague upon arrival. Another late flight (which should be a topic in its self) and I barely made my connection. My luggage didn't make it. How could it?

And so I found myself waiting in the Prague airport for Damon to arrive, luggage-less and tired. I waited and waited, and just when I was about to give up on the kid and hop on a train to Coppenhagen (why not?) there he came around the corner. I was never so happy to see a Boston Red Sox hat, and I guess never so happy to see Damon.

We quickly found a hostel in the city centre and took the metro into town. After a long voyage across the Atlantic, we surprisingly had a lot of energy and went for dinner and a few Czech beers. The prices are up here, which we pretty much expected, but things are still cheap by US standards.

Upon our return from dinner, my luggage was there -- delivered by the Air France agent straight to my door. So in all actuality, the delayed luggage saved me the energy of lugging it into the city!

And so we're here and the adventures begin. Time to get to them...