This fall Jake and I managed to get away from our busy lives and spend a week in the Czech Republic. The trip was nothing short of magical.

We flew into London and spent our first night in a teeny, tiny, orange room in Kensington. Despite being smaller than our bathroom at home and slathered in bright orange paint, it was well worth it to be centrally located and not broke off the bat. Jake managed to survive a mild bout of hotel room claustrophobia.

Once in Prague, everything was spectacular. Our hotel was gorgeous and cheap. The food was cheaper. And the beer was practically free. We spent most of our days wandering around the city, exploring, and our nights either holed up in a warm bar, or in bed watching the Sopranos. We didn’t adjust to the time change at all, and found ourselves staying up until about 10am most nights - sleeping until the early afternoon, and then heading out for adventure.

Fall was a magical time to visit Prague. I imagine it is mysterious in all types of weather, and at any point in the year. But fall, with the orange leaves and heavy mist, leant a superb quality to the city and the sky. I always sort of felt like I was sleep walking.