Prague was more of a relaxing city, kind of sleepy, and seemed to have more tourists than locals. At times I felt as though I were at an amusement park, complete with Japanese taking pictures hah. The big event here was having my passport, backpack, laptop, memory card, books, and other things stolen out of the rental car, while on out way to Poland to see Auschwitz. We ended up spending all day at the police station and the next morning at the US Embassy to get a new passport. The worst part of it all was that I never made it to Auschwitz. There’s always next time!

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