In Prague this weekend. The thing I love most about the city is it's accessibility. I walked around the city a couple of times, sans map.
Did I get lost? Yes.
But here's the thing: I've never been so fantastically lost before. I live in a world of GPS, of iPhones, of easy access to directions and live searches and always knowing where I am.
Here, my iPhone is offline. I don't have easy access to GPS. I can't use Google Maps to find my way back.
I have been gifted with an exceptional spacial memory, and an excellent sense of direction. That's what I used to find my way back.
On the way, I found the Kepler museum, one room. That's a picture of the fountain in the little atrium outside. I lucked into some amazing scenes on the Charles Bridge around sunrise. I stumbled upon so many memories, I can't remember them all. And I really didn't know where I was anyway. "Walking distance from the Charles Bridge," is about the best estimate I can give you.
In Prague, that could be anywhere.
In Prague, I rediscovered the joy of being lost.