July 24

Trial run on being alone.
Sydnee’s flight left early this morning, so after seeing her off (and being sad to see her go), I went back to sleep until the lady that owns the apartment woke me up and told me it was time to check out. I left my bag with her and headed out to walk parts of Prague we hadn’t seen yet, but after about an hour of navigating with my map I became content to wander down familiar streets without constantly trying to get my bearings. Sydnee and I have a joke about becoming an heir to the “Doner Kabob throne” and I think I made real headway when ordering my falafel gyro: the guy working behind the counter asked me if we were in Prague or Paradise because I must be an angel. I chuckled at his line and he repeated his question; I thanked him for my falafel and moved on.