Prague.

At a later date, I am going to post a long entry about our Christmas trip to Prague, in the Czech Republic. For now, a couple quick things of no great importance.


1) Everyone overhere looks like a Pagac or a Dubnanski. (Nicole's ancestors.) We walk around all day saying, "Hey, that guy looks like Uncle Jeff" or "That guy could be Uncle Kevin's overweight twin." Oddly, no one looks like Uncle Mike.¹

2) I have consumed some Becherovka, which is is a yellowish liquor sold here as a digesterif which is made from vodka and infused spices, and tastes vaguely of cinnamon, cloves, and maybe a hint of nutmeg, sort of a boozy gingerbread. I have either had it somewhere before (Oleg/Artur/Viktor can you take credit for this?) or something nearly the same, as it tastes remarkably familiar. We purchased a bottle at a small liquor store, where the proprietor stated that Henry looked almost exactly like me. (He also said Henry needed a brother and a sister. ) Personally, I don’t see the resemblance.



3) Prague has a lot of cool views, especially if you are a kid from Western PA who's idea of old is 150 years.


4) Nicole liked her Christmas gift!

(1) Actually, about half the people here look like Uncle Mike.