Cesky Krumlov

We don't know how Prague can top this place. After dragging Lisa through yet another castle, we are ready for a trip down the Mighty Volta. Okay, perhaps we will just watch others as they kayak down a frigid river. Thank goodness they have catchers to grab people before they continue downstream, as the dam looks frightful to us. All kidding aside, this place is beautiful. We arrived yesterday on, perhaps, the slowest train in CZ, but it did afford us some incredible views of the very green countryside.

Mark made a solo attempt at dinner last night. Let's just say the waiter knew Mark by sight this morning on the street. One could say that Mark doesn't have a way with languages but he did manage to order a bowl of rice (and sneaking it to our room) for Lisa who was feeling under the weather. She's better know, but in need of some soccer games.

Speaking of soccer, you'd never know the world cup is going on. We don't even know if England won yesterday or not. Well, we'll wear our U.S. soccer shirts on the train up to Prague tomorrow and see how that goes.