Blague from Prog

Hello all!
We are now in Prague, and although we haven't done a ton, it has been beautiful and distinct from the rest of Europe. The hostel we are staying in is quite nice, with pool tables, a swimming pool and sauna and free internet, its own restaurant and bar with 20-something televisions and a beach volleyball court to boot. All this and we paid 84 dollars total for the two of us for five days!
Before I get going on beautiful Prague, I would just like to say that I have formally changed my international soccer allegiance. I am an American and will always root for them first, but because they usually aren't around when it matters, I have rooted for Germany for the last eight years ever since I watched them in the World cup in 2002 while I was in Costa Rica. However, after watching them destroy Argentina 4-0 two days ago, a funny thing happened; I didn't get up and hoot and holler like the rest of the people in the bar, and even wearing my "Deutschland" t-shirt, I didn't feel a sense of pride or happiness. I realized that my allegiance lies with Argentina. After living there for 5 weeks last summer and seeing how every single Argentine citizen lived and breathed soccer (my 50-something host mom explained the scoring system for the playoffs in international soccer to me), for the first time I understood how passionate a nation can be for a sport or a team, and I will be rooting for Argentina from now on.
Anyway, after getting into Prague and watching the end of that monstrosity of a game, we settled in, had an OK dinner at the hostel pub, and went to bed early. We roomed with three Kiwis or New Zealanders (one couple and a stray all travelling together), a Canadian girl whom we haven't seen much of, and the mysterious Ricardo, a giant of a young man from Venezuela who now lives in Tuscany and goes to bed routinely at 9 a.m. I say mysterious because he is friendly but quiet and has a sense of humor that takes some patience.
After a good breakfast at the hostel, we decided we were going to take the tram into town because I have a double blister (when the original blister pops but another forms underneath it) and didn't want to walk far. However, my feet were feeling good and we ended up walking all the way into town, which took about an hour. We saw some old towers and buildings, which were beautiful, and we had a delicious, but overpriced, Czech lunch of goulash, dumplings, sauerkraut and roast pork (between the two of us of course).
However, right before lunch, we saw a sign at a theater for a ballet-opera of “Carmen” and Whitney went wild. I had heard of “Carmen” and knew it was a classic, but I didn't know the story and could have done without the opera portion. However, Whitney was ecstatic, and we thought it would be a cool thing to do so we bought tickets for the evening. The presentation was interesting. For each character there were two individuals, an opera singer and a ballet dancer, both on the stage at the same time. Because the orchestra (about 12 people led by the pianist/conductor) was on stage and there were only six dancers and four singers, it was an intimate and interesting setting. The performance was decent; the singers were very talented, and the ballet dancers were good but a little out of sync.
After that, we needed to find a cheap dinner and went to a Chinese place where dinner was $5.50 and $4.50 for each of us, but they "didn't have tap water" and charged for each bottle that barely filled a glass. Regardless, we saw a little of Prague, ate the local food, took in some culture, and met some nice fellow travelers. Tomorrow, we will see much more of Prague and the famous Prague castle awaits us. Thank you for reading.