It was tough waking up in Jims apartment knowing he wouldnt be around. But we did. After grabbing some fornetti, we made our way across the river to the castle and the massive St. Vitus Cathedral. It was really quite a sight; hopefully we will put up pictures of it soon. Being the perfect demographic for advertisements (the read-and-follow demographic), we stumbled upon an amazing lunch place called Bio Cafes, where we had paninis and returned for more paninis and ice cream. We then walked across the Karlov Most (Charles Bridge), a famous pedestrian bridge with a few merchants and musicians and into Stare Mesto (old town). Wanting to fill up our afternoon we made our way over to St. Winceslas boulevard, a very wide street of shops.
John and I enjoy going into athletic stores, so we stepped into the Nike store there, and then proceeded to watch a sweet Nike soccer commercial four times and juggle a soccer ball a little. After that, it was time for the next quarterfinal game - this time it was Croatia and Turkey.
The Prague fanzone can hold a couple thousand people and a lot of cheap beer. This game was particularly entertaining because of the wild ending, but also because there was a stag party of drunk British guys being kg-davs-rowdy. Imagine a square of people all facing one direction. Now imagine a group of guys somewhere in the middle trying to start a wave.. twenty times, and booing everytime no one followed. It was pretty funny.
What would Day 3 hold in store for us? Hint: it rhymes with orange pajamas.
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