Day 3 (Morning-Afternoon)
Saturday morning, we invited Al to join our touristy explorations, and he accepted. Our band of four set out, cameras flashing, and bags jostling. However, before our adventures could begin, we had to investigate the local cafes for breakfast. The outdoor seating at the cafe we chose was divided, by a metal fence, from the outdoor chairs and tables of the neighboring cafe. While sitting and enjoying the breeze, we were graced with the jarring clash of two separate radio stations thanks to the competing cafes. At first, hip hop notes slamming around the classical tunes was amusing, but after about 5 minutes the music styles grating against each other made us wince. Eventually our cafe conceded to its competitor, and we were blessed with music emitting from a single radio station. Letting the classical music fall into the background we turned our attention to breakfast. Deciding against the sweet crepe options, I chose a panini sandwich made from homemade bread, lettuce, tomato, pepper, cheese, and pesto. It was excellent!
Once our stomachs ceased snarling, we started looking for Petřín hill (an “Off the beaten Path,” suggestion). Instead of being smart and looking at the provided directions on the website of our 3-day itinerary, I Googled the directions, landing us at a different point than the itinerary suggested. However, there was still a path to ascend, and we began hiking upwards, smiling at all the families flopped at various heights on the hill. (I would like to commend Eliza on completing the entire hike, in fact surviving all 3 days, in heels).
At first we concluded our goal would be to reach the castle-like wall running parallel to our hike. We took a left fork in the path and as we got closer, I decided a photo had to be taken. Al volunteered, and I broke into a run, followed by dancing over the last few feet to the giant wall. BreAnna and Eliza kept the normal-walking pace, so I probably looked a bit ridiculous running a race against myself, and performing a victory dance.
Photo by: Al
Once Al caught up, we wandered along the wall. Unexpectedly, we located a passage through the wall, instantly transforming us into brave explorers. Through the short passage was a small enclosure.
After dashing about the grassy area, like kids, and peering through slits in the wall, we exited on the other side to find a viewing platform.
I would have been content with staying there all afternoon. The spring sun, slight breeze, and lazy attitudes conspired to keep us on Petřín hill. The devious scheme was a success, and we stayed on the platform for an hour or so.
Then we spotted the wasp, a yellow jacket who was amused by our ducking and flailing. No matter how miniscule a wasp may be, it’s a huge motivation for evacuating an area. We graciously vacated our spots to the yellow jacket and sped down the hill. I wanted to avoid appearing as though I was a statue for yellow jackets to sit upon and fan their wings.
We wound down the path to the bottom of the hill. Relying upon Eliza’s phone for direction, we headed towards the John Lennon Wall. Upon locating the wall, we added our names to the mesh of colors, peace signs, drawings, lyrics, and names.
After taking photos of this totally cool wall, we felt the sun was sending us rays of love. So we headed back to our hostel to drop off our coats.