The first European country I visited is coincidentally where I live now. The year before at a summer camp in California, I met Danny, a Czech guy from Prague, who ‘marketed’ his city. Some guidebook even commented that “Prague is the Paris of the Eastern Europe.”I had an internship in Poland in summer 2004, exactly one year after I met Danny and remembered all the nice things he said about the city. Seeing that Poland was neighboring the Czech Republic, I booked a flight ticket from London to Prague for a quick sightseeing trip before taking a train to Poland.
I’m glad to have accidentally chosen Prague to be my first city in Europe. It was the first time that I witnessed something so beautiful, charming, resembling nothing I had seen before. The Old Town of Prague is rip-off page from a fairytale. This was what I thought then as a dole-eye first-timer. This is what still I think now 40+ countries and six years later.
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