If you look hard you can see Kafka over my shoulder

When I was a junior in college, I studied abroad for a semester in Prague.  Even now, few things can bring me to misty-eyed romanticism more than thinking about that dreamy city.  The German poet Goethe (don't even try to pronounce that) once called Prague "the prettiest jewel in the stone crown of the world"...and it is.  It really is.

Anyway, I was digging through photo archives the other day in an effort to cleanse my overburdened hard drive.  I just wanted to share.  And in the future, remember I told you: don't even get me started about Prague.

WHAT? HOW DID THAT LAST ONE GET IN THERE?

Oh well.

I have nothing to say for myself.

It was Europe.

And Oktoberfest.

And college.

A powerful combination.