...Or so I thought. I find myself even farther removed from Prague among a crowd of Canadian hockey fan(atic)s drinking beer in a mexican restaurant.
They happen to be staying at the same place I am and have put a dent in the chair seats across the street at Banditos.
I find myself spending more and more time here as the week carries on. I am a tourist by day but find comfort in Canadian company by night.
No place like home...or the closest thing to it. Click those ruby heels.
