Our exit of Prague today could be described as a logistical nightmare, with a GPS system that was not able to provide us with an alternate route for the tunnel that was under construction, or it could be seen as a daring feat of death-defying driving; either way, it was not the highlight of the day and it was soon forgotten once we found ourselves in the countryside with a real, fold-out map in hand that we bought from a nice Czech gas station attendant, who did not speak a bit of English but was still very helpful.
The drive was beautiful (we had just a little fog for "atmospheric" effect) through tree-lined roads and little villages. We finally made it to Drazice, which was more hilly than we expected, and rode around for a while looking for the church. It is located at the top of the hill, and looks down on Drazice in the valley below. Describing it as "picturesque" would be an understatement. Tomorrow we meet Olga there and will see the inside.
We didn't spend as much time in the Drazice as we would have liked -- we wanted to see Makov and Hurka also --but we will be back tomorrow, and besides, we needed to get to Trebon where we are staying for the night. So we sped past Tabor and made it to Trebon about 2:30pm.
This is the most amazing, and least pretentious, place I have ever visited. In short, it is a walled village from medieval times complete with castle, cobblestones, and swans. (Fewer speeding Skodas would make it perfect). We were not able to look around much at all, as it was getting dark and we had already skipped lunch. We forced ourselves to go inside a restaurant and had a delicious meal of carp and trout and pasta, which we were not sorry for. The local Regent brew was not bad either. They've been perfecting it since 1379 so it oughta be good!
We are staying in a little Pension right outside the wall of the village. Trebon is a place that we must come back to sometime. I can't believe we have to leave at 7am in the morning without spending more time here, but I'm glad that we saw what we did.
And guess what? The little German that I remember from high school, and from listening and repeating to the CD's in the car for the last month (go ahead, children, mock me now!) has actually come in handy! Czech? Forget it. We can't even pronounce the names of the towns right. And tomorrow I predict we will find out that we haven't been saying our own name correctly either, as Andreas pointed out to me in Germany!
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