The next day we decided to explore the city as best as we could. To my cousin and I that meant to see absolutely everything. Looking back on this day I checked to see that we had done over 30,000 steps; we did pretty good. 

As we wandered around the cobbled streets of Prague, every few blocks or so we would hear jazz bands filling the squares with so much life and energy, creating a soundtrack to accompany the architecture beautifully; like nothing I had ever seen. Although my moment wasn't there, it definitely contributed to it.

It was the morning. The energy was unbelievable and our journey had just begun. We knew what we wanted to do, and exactly what we wanted to see. And once I had stepped onto the Charles Bridge I felt like I had stepped inside a magical portal of gothic mystique. Its dark statues stood tall and proud as they watched like guardians over the river that passed under them. Although crowded with tourists, that did not diminish the beauty of the stone, or the beauty of the history. As we walked passed the different stalls of touristy knick-knacks and ducked under a few selfie sticks, once we had reached the other side there was a delight to our senses.

My eyes were swept up in awe at the colourfully narrow street that could have been an illustration brought to life. My ears resonated from the music that played in the distance, while my nose had been caressed with the smell of cinnamon.