Day 8, Prague

There's not too much to report for today. Gramma and I had a pretty leisurely morning at Francesca's house in Casorzo. Francesca took us to the municipal building there, where hangs the plaque dedicated to "Joseph Datomo," aka Guiseppe, who was Gramma's father. The town of Casorzo honored him in 1968 for all of the work he did with Italian immigrants from that area after he emigrated to New York. Gramma said this plaque used to be outside in the town square, but they've moved it inside to protect it from weather and whatnot, and now it hangs quite prominently by the front door to the municipal building. Gramma keeps saying how amazingly easy travel has become, and how her parents would have loved to come back to Casorzo for the kind of visit we just had there. I was pretty sad to leave this morning, but I'm still feeling determined to learn some Italian and head back there asap.

We spent the greater part of the day just getting from there to here, and now we're in Prague. A completely new experience awaits both of us... Like Vienna was totally new. We're not sure why we're here or what we'll see/do, but we're pretty sure it'll be beautiful, because "beautiful" is the first word out of everyone's mouth when you mention Prague. We're staying in a pretty nice hotel--(what a relief for me, since I picked it out of hundreds on the internet, and thank goodness it's up to Gramma's standards!!) We made the mistake of going to an Italian restaurant for dinner tonight, and found ourselves quite disappointed with the quality of the food. But that's to be expected after the feasting we did this weekend. We've been spoiled! So I think we'll have to stick to Czech cuisine or something else until we get back to Italy. We'll be here until Thursday, and we already have opera tickets in hand for Wednesday night, and plans to see the ballet tomorrow.
Yes, it's a very good life!