Let me start with a rant...

We just returned from Prague and we had a great time. But we haven't downloaded our photos yet and Tom is busy watching television so I'll fill my time complaining about Malev Airlines....they are the official airline of Hungary, just in case you've never heard of them. (I hadn't until we left last Monday.)
We were dropped off at the Prishtina airport and after we got all checked in at the Malev counter, we did the customary trip through security and passport control and actually managed to find a place to sit. This almost never happens at the Prishtina airport. I hate to complain about the airport too much, because compared to what it was like the first time I came here four years ago, it's great. Back then, it was kind of leaky, gray walls, floors and furniture, the windows were yellow from years of cigaret smoke and it was just plain creepy. And it stank. Now it has been brightened up somewhat and it still stinks. But that mainly has to do with some people's refusal to aquaint themselves with the marvels of anti-persperant. I could devote an entire blog to that subject alone but you get the idea.
Back to Malev. The first leg of our flight was to Budapest where, upon arrival, they schlepped us over to the terminal on a bus. Once inside the terminal we found ourselves in a mash of about a hundred people trying to squeeze into a queue to go through security. I assumed that there must be two or three gates to go into, but I was wrong....noooooo, there was only one and all those people were trying to elbow their way through. Then all of a sudden a woman with a very large voice barked at us to go to another place so about half of us obeyed her but by this time we had wasted about 10 minutes of our 35 minute connection time. But we figured we would be okay. Then all of a sudden about 8 people from the previous clot of people decided they were tired of waiting so they came over and walked right up to the front of the line and muscled their way in. I was hot! Then a Malev employee escorted about another 10 or 12 people to the head of the line. By this time I was really getting itchy because I knew our flight was probably boarding. Then, just as we were within about a minute of getting to the security station, a Malev employee again brought about 15 people and put them ahead of us. Tom and I both complained .... loudly...and she very icily informed us that these people had a "short connection"....like we didn't??? We told her that and she just walked away. So we finally got through security and had to run up some steps to passport control and then we got to our gate and there was a line so we figured they weren't boarding our flight yet. It clearly said Prague on the marquee thing. The next thing we know, they are calling our name and they were all annoyed that we hadn't boarded the plane yet! Hello??? Turns out that line was for yet another flight....they were boarding three flights from the same gate. What the......?
So again, we had to board a bus but it turned out we were hardly the last people to be late boarding....about another 20 people got on the bus and finally we got to the plane, got settled, got airborne, they threw another cream cheese sandwich at us and we arrived an hour later.
Well, let me tell you......Prague made it all worthwhile. We checked into our little hotel which was about a minute walk from the Charles Bridge and as soon as we went around the corner from it and saw it for the first time, I'm sure our jaws dropped.
This was THE BEST vacation ever and the most beautiful city we have ever seen. Yes, it beats even Paris or Venice. Yowza. Pictures to follow.