December 11, 2010
Old time Hostel
prague

I have that beautiful all over body soreness that comes from jamming for a few hours.  Hobbled around the National Museum today but last night's "training" was worth every wince. I think there were about ten jammers.  Never more than 2 discs and a lot of movement and hooting.  Those guys and girl are fired up.  Oh to be young and boneless again.  Had a brief hydration session afterwards while the twins fueled up on nachos and onion rings.  Hopefully get to do it all over again tomorrow.  "Training" sounds so serious (gotta love it.)

The National Museum was a big hit.  Sort of like Museum of Natural History circa the 1970s.  Rows and rows of ancient cabinetry containing rows and rows of ancient rocks, trilobites, gems, and stuffed flying squirrels.  A mammoth wooly mammoth to boot.

Last night we walked across the Charles Bridge.  Cold, clear and somewhat mystical.  And I'm not talking about the guy who played a killer version of "Stairway to Heaven" on wine glasses half filled with water.