I just got back from Prague. Like Prague in the Czech Republic. A 12 hour journey via plane. Yes, plane. If you know me, you know this is a problem. A big one. Don’t ask me why, but about 12 years ago I became fearful of flying. Terrified. Have to take prescription medication AND fermented grapes in order to get from point A to point B. If I time it just right I will fall into my seat and not wake up until I land. This works well for a three to four-hour flight. Not a 12 hour journey.
It didn’t time right. Or work quite right.
But I made it there, and more importantly there wasn’t anyone in white coats and a body vest waiting for me when we landed. Score!
Prague was…fabulous. Beautiful architecture. Amazing history. And our hotel was wonderful.
But what the heck is wrong with people? I don’t think we had good service anywhere. Not one place-short of our hotel. Really? It is not an American thing, everyone was equally treated like crap. In restaurants we received a ‘what do you want look’ and then once orders were placed the only other two times we saw anyone was when the food was delivered and then when we had to beg someone for a check. No smiles. Ever. Bummer. Continue reading