Prague

As I got of the plane and walked into the Prague airport, I was a little nervous as to whether or not i would be allowed into the country or not, considering I didn't have an exiting ticket. Then I saw the stamp come down on my passport. Got in no problem.
I hoped into a cab, and showed the cabby my phone, on it was Kathleen Creevy's address, Vratislova 10, Praha 2, and off we went. Kathleen was in class so I walked into the bar nextdoor, put my bags down, ordered a pint, and started writing. there was no music playing which i thought was strange, but then quickly realized that was common in Prague

That's just the beginning of my journey, hell, that's just the beginning of Prague.