only 3 more sleeps in Prague...

...and I'm sad. Sad all day. I always told Rob that I'd never want to live in a big city, like San Francisco. Before we got here, someone compared Prague to SF, saying that they were both big cities. I disagree. Prague, to me, feels smaller and is waaaaay more awesome than San Francisco. However, my trip here has created a new sense of city-dom, and I'm planning a few touristy trips to the City by the Bay when we get home. You know, to see if it's all it's cracked up to be...

I thought about ending this post with a list of the things I'm most excited to see, eat, drink, and do when I get home, but then I remembered that I've got 26 days of backpacking before any of those'll come true, so I may as well enjoy my time now. Home (God willing) will be there. Opportunities to galavant around the world don't pop up so often...

Oh, what the hell. Here's a smattering of things I'm looking forward to at home: seeing KaliLou, an iced coffee from Great Bear immediately followed by a Voodoo from BareFoot, sushi, an np3, annnnnnnd Target. (there are plenty more, but I don't want to go overboard...)

Since posts are more post-o-rific with a pic, here's a darling little shot for you:

I'm so growed up.