Hiking Bolsa Chica Ecological Reserve

Last weekend I took a trip to the coast and ended up visiting the Bolsa Chica Ecological Reserve in Huntington Beach. If you follow my blog (hit the follow button on the right if you don’t), you know that I love hiking and exploring new places, so I was super excited to discover Bolsa Chica. I haven’t gotten to do as much exploring in California as I’ve wanted, so a trip to Bolsa Chica is just what I needed.


Bolsa Chica has a tumultuous history. The earliest known inhabitants lived here 8,000 years ago, but not much is known about them. Since then, other Native American groups have moved in, later to be culturally dominated and killed by diseases brought by Spanish colonists and missionaries.

It was one of these Spaniards, Joaquin Ruiz, who gave the land its name. His sister had inherited land from her father-in-law and given Joaquin 8,000 acres of her inheritance. She had named her land Rancho Las Bolsas, The Purses, so he called his small tract of land Rancho La Bolsa Chica, The Little Purse.

In the 1800s, when California became part of the United States, Spanish land grants were required to be registered. Many Spaniards had to take out loans to pay these registrations that they could not repay, and so lost their land. A portion of Bolsa Chica was lost in this way and sold to some Los Angeles businessmen for a duck hunting preserve. The tides made for poor hunting, so a dam was built across one of the channels. In a short while, this dam transformed the salt water marshes into fresh water ponds, devastating the local ecology.

In the 1900s, Bolsa Chica was the site of oil and natural gas drilling and later an artillery battery during World War II. In 2004, efforts began to restore Bolsa Chica to its original conditions. More than 500 acres have been restored thus far.

Environment & Wildlife

Bolsa Chica is a salt marsh wetland. It is also a seasonal estuary, where the ocean tide and the river current flow into each other. Salt water enters the wetlands throughout the year at several points. During the rainy season, freshwater flows into the wetlands through a flood control channel. The meeting of salt water and fresh water creates brackish conditions in several areas of the park.

One of the main draws to Bolsa Chica are the birds. Hundreds of bird species frequent the reserve, so you’ll be sure to spot something cool during your visit. I saw plenty of sandpipers and other water birds fishing, but my favorite birds were the hummingbirds. There were several flitting among the flowers along the path. I got as close as I could to get some pictures before the moved on to the next flower.


There’s plenty of life in the water as well. Since Bolsa Chica is on the ocean, marine life abounds. Be sure to bring polarized sunglasses so things in the water are easier to spot. I saw a school of smelt, which looked really cool with the sun reflecting off their bodies as they swam. I also spotted a little stingray, which I was excited about because I’ve never seen one in the wild before. If you’re lucky, you may also see a shark or a guitarfish or even an octopus hiding behind the rocks.


Of course, you’ll always see animals on land when you hike. I saw plenty of rabbits and ground squirrels running around. They do blend in with the brown dirt and grass really well, though, so you have to have a good eye to spot them. I don’t often see wild lizards, so I was very excited to spot a western fence lizard.


There are 5 miles of trails at Bolsa Chica. I hiked along the Mesa Trail and part of the Pocket Loop Trail. The trails are very well maintained and mostly flat, so it isn’t a strenuous place to hike as long as you stay on the trails.

If you go off the trails, there are rattlesnakes, black widows and poison oak to contend with. Bolsa Chica is also home to some rare and endangered plants and animals, so staying on the trails can prevent damage to the plants and the animals’ environment.

A trail map of Bolsa Chica Ecological Reserve can be found here.

New Year’s in Saline Valley

My boyfriend, Bryce, and his friends have a tradition of camping in Saline Valley for New Year’s. This was my first year going with them.


It was getting dark as we headed into the desert, and the view of the joshua trees against the sunset and the mountains rising up in the distance was beautiful. Saline Valley is surrounded by mountains, both from the Sierra Nevada Range and the Inyo Mountains. As we drove in over washes that made the road almost impassable (completely impassable to 2-wheel drive vehicles), I was told that when it gets cold, the three passes into the valley can become snowed in and visitors can be trapped in Saline Valley for up to a week while they wait for the snow to melt. We lost phone service almost immediately after leaving Lone Pine, the last town before the valley, so a week trapped in Saline means a week with no way to contact the outside world.

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As we drove through the mountains via South Pass, Bryce and his cousin George talked about hearing about a car that had flipped on the way in, as well as a Jeep Cherokee that had caught fire and been abandoned. When we arrived at our campsite, Bryce’s cousin Doug and his wife Dana told us they had heard about a car flipping on North Pass as well. The car that had flipped on South Pass was gone by the time we drove in, but we passed the burnt out Cherokee. It was still there when we left four days later.

Saline Valley has historically been home to nomadic communities. The original inhabitants were the Timbisha Shoshone and their ancestors. Petroglyphs from these ancient peoples can still be found in parts of the Valley. Some of our group had hiked to find some of these petroglyphs before and Bryce’s cousin Doug was able to show us where they were. It was amazing standing in a place and knowing that thousands of years before, other people had stood in that place and made these markings on the rocks.

Salt mining began in the valley in the early 1900s. Bryce had pointed out some salt flats as we drove into the desert. Most of Saline Valley is a dry lake, part of which is still a salt marsh. A tram had been built to carry the salt from the valley over the Inyo Mountains to the Owens Valley on the other side of the mountains. The remains of this tram, the steepest ever constructed in the United States, is still in the valley along with other remnants of the salt mining operation.

Much of the salt flat is solid enough to walk on if you’re careful. If you step wrong, it’s easy to punch through the salt to fall into the water and mud beneath. Bryce and I had fun finding salt crystals in the footprints of people who had stepped through the salt. As the salt forms into crystals, other minerals are drawn out, giving the crystals layers of colors beneath the white salt.


In more modern times, the hot springs in the valley drew hippies who built the tubs at the campground we were headed to. Water is piped from the sources of the springs to the four tubs for visitors to soak in.

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The upper springs at the north end of the campground has the Volcano Pool and the Wizard Pool. Wizard Pool is named after Wizard, who was camp host, a permanent resident and caretaker of the valley, until his death. I heard the pool was named after him because he once spent an entire day soaking in it and drinking beers without ever getting out.

The lower springs at the south end of the campground has the Sunrise Pool and the Crystal Pool, the spout of which is surrounded by crystals found nearby. There’s also a grassy area next to the lower springs, along with a koi pond and another small tub.

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I was the only first-time visitor from our group, so I was shown where the showers are to rinse off in and where the footbath to rinse your feet at each pool is. I had been told that most of the visitors to the springs were old timers who had been coming for years, but they clearly weren’t the secret oasis they once were. There were more young people than old timers and many seemed not to know the rules about showering and rinsing your feet to keep the hotpots clean for everyone.

The spirit of the original builders of the oasis prevails in the modern day and most people soak nude in the hotpots, though there are still many who choose to wear swimsuits.

Though secrecy of the hot springs’ location is encouraged to protect them from an influx of tourists and people who won’t respect the communal atmosphere, I heard plenty of rumors of famous visitors through the years. The most legendary of these was Charles Manson, who several people told me had visited with some of his followers.

Most of Saline Valley became part of Death Valley National Park in 1994, which brought new regulations to the springs. While before there had been many people who were permanent or semi-permanent residents, now there is a 30 day per year limit on how long visitors can stay. The exceptions are camp hosts, like Wizard. The current camp host is Lizard Lee, who oversees the care and cleanliness of the springs.

The annexation into Death Valley National Park created a controversy for the springs. The improvements of creating the hotpots with water piped from the sources and the green space and pond would not have been allowed had it happened as part of a national park. However, these improvements were created and became a beloved part of the valley before annexation. There have been suggestions of dismantling the hotpots and green spaces and returning the springs to their natural state, but for now it seems those plans are on hold.

I’m lucky that plans for dismantling the hotpots have not yet been put into action. Spending the new year surrounded by friends and strangers all brought together by a sense of community and a love for the desert and the springs was an amazing experience. I can’t wait to see what new adventures lie in store for me this year that will lead me back to Saline Valley.

Thanks to George and Bryce for contributing photos to this post.

Two Weeks in LA: Days 7-9

I’m visiting my boyfriend, Bryce, in Los Angeles for two weeks before I move here at the end of December.

I’ve been here for a few days already and we’ve been having a lot of fun. Check out my previous blogs to see what we did my first few days here.


On Monday Bryce took me to the Grand Central Market and we got breakfast at Eggslut, which is super good. There are so many places to eat at Grand Central, I feel like I could probably just live in the building and never get bored with all the food.

Books for days. #thelastbookstore #vsco

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After breakfast, we walked down to the Last Bookstore, which is the coolest bookstore ever. Bryce had a lot of fun taking pictures and posing me.

On Tuesday we drove out to Long Beach to see the ocean and drive up the coast.



We stopped at the Wayfarer’s Chapel, a Swedenborgian church designed by Frank Lloyd Wright. There was a wedding going on, so we couldn’t go inside the church, but we had fun looking at the views.


We stopped at a Trader Joe’s and got hummus, cheese, and crackers for lunch, then drove up to Manhattan Beach to walk out onto the pier. There were some people out surfing, but there weren’t really any waves, so it was about the same as watching the surfers in Milwaukee.

On Wednesday we went to the Arts District. We stopped at the Hauser & Wirth gallery, which had a few exhibitions.

Ellen Gallagher: Accidental Records is on view until January 28. Bryce and I really liked this exhibition. It draws inspiration from sea voyages and a lot of the pieces are really cool.


Mike Kelley: Kandors 1999-2011 was also on view and will be until January 21. It features illuminated representations of Kandor, the city Superman was born in. One gallery features Kelley’s early Kandor drawings and many of the illuminated cities and the other features Kelley’s take on a post-apocalyptic world. We didn’t realize they are part of the same exhibition and went into the post-apocalyptic one first. While we liked all of the work, I think we would have enjoyed the exhibition more if we had viewed the drawings and illuminated cities first and the post-apocalyptic view second.

Two Weeks in LA: Days 4-6

I’m visiting my boyfriend, Bryce, in Los Angeles for two weeks before I move here at the end of December.

I’ve been here for a few days already and we’ve been having a lot of fun. Check out my previous blog to see what we did my first few days here.

On Friday we stayed home most of the day and worked on our resumes. Getting all of my work experience onto one page is super difficult.

Friday night we went to Red Lion, the German restaurant Bryce had wanted to go to on Wednesday, with Bryce’s cousin Doug and his wife Dana. It turned out Red Lion was having a Krampusnacht, so it was really crowded and hard to get a table. We managed to snag one right before St. Nicholas walked in. He just walked around talking to people. However the Krampuses came in after him. We think there were five of them. They wore furry costumes with horns on their masks and bells on their butts and carried brooms that they spanked people with.

On Saturday we went to a gallery opening for Ron English at the Corey Helford Gallery. Miro Hirano also had work featured as part of the exhibition.

After the art show, we went to the Arts District Brewing Co. where we played skeeball. Bryce is very convinced I should like beer, so he got me a nut brown ale, which is not awful. I also did pretty well at skeeball.

On Sunday, Bryce’s cousin George wanted to go see the new Blade Runner movie. I haven’t seen the first one, so Bryce and I watched it in the afternoon before we went to see the new one at the theatre that evening.

Afterward we went to a taco truck called Taco Zone, where George told me to get mulitas de suadero. He didn’t know what kind of meat suadero is, so we looked it up. It is a delicious cut of beef.

Two Weeks in LA: Days 1-3

I’m visiting my boyfriend, Bryce, in LA for the next two weeks before I move here in December.

On Tuesday morning, my mom and I packed her car with my two carry-on bags that I had filled as full as possible. I have a little lock to make sure my suitcase doesn’t come unzipped accidentally, so I wasn’t worried about shoving as much as possible in it.

I was flying out of Minneapolis, so we left early to drive there. We had time to visit a brewing store to get my mom a cheese making kit and some Christmas presents for my brothers. We also stopped at Blick’s art store where my mom got herself a drafting table. Our final stop before the airport was the aquarium at the Mall of America. We had gotten season passes at the beginning of the summer, but this was only our second visit since we got the passes.

My flight left at 3:15, so we got to the airport around 2. The road we took to the airport didn’t have the airlines listed for each terminal, so I had to look up on my phone which terminal my mom should drop me off at for Sun Country (Terminal 2). MSP does not have a recombobulation area after security, so it was super annoying trying to get my shoes back on and my computer and liquids back in my bag. Every airport should have a recombobulation area after security.

Since I got to the airport an hour before my flight, I didn’t have long to wait before boarding. Overhead baggage space filled up really quickly, so I had to check my little suitcase. It was free to check, since it should have been a carry-on. When I boarded, however, I noticed that there were several overhead compartments that were almost empty or completely empty, so I should have been able to keep my suitcase with me.

My flight was four hours next to some teenage boy who had giant elbows and no concept of personal space. I texted Bryce when I landed at 5:15 (I lost two hours due to the time difference) and he was 20 minutes away still, but he ended up having to circle the airport once when he got there because I had to wait for my suitcase I’d been forced to check.

Traffic was backed up on the roads Bryce said are normally quicker because there had been an accident, so it took us about 20 minutes to get home. Bryce promised me nachos when I arrived, so after we dropped my bags off at the house, we walked down to The Holloway, which was a much longer walk than I was expecting. Bryce was disappointed with the nachos and said they weren’t as good as they used to be, but I thought they were fine.

Wednesday morning, we went to Echo Park Lake and got breakfast burritos and coffee at a cute little cafe before walking around the lake. There is an island in the lake, but Bryce said the gate on the bridge is always locked, so you can’t get to it.

After our walk, we went home and unpacked all my stuff. I have way more stuff than Bryce wanted me to bring, but he’ll get over it.

Bryce decided I need new clothes, so we went to a thrift store, but couldn’t find anything that fit me. We then went to a big outdoor mall and found some cute things at Cotton On. Bryce made me promise to get rid of one thing for each item he bought me.

Bryce wanted to get German food for dinner Wednesday night, but his cousin George was hosting an open mic, so we went to that instead. I liked most of the comics and performers. Bryce told me afterward that he loves things like that where you can see the raw performance before it’s been refined into a great act and I’ll never see anything like it in Wisconsin. I have been to plenty of open mics in Wisconsin and they are pretty similar. Bryce is just pretentious.

Thursday morning Bryce decided we needed to go to the Huntington Library. It’s full of gardens and art collections, exactly the type of thing my mom would love. Bryce is trying to help me refine my Instagram, so he was taking lots of pictures of me and telling me how to pose. There were so many gardens to walk through, we got exhausted and only made it through the European art collection.

For lunch we went to In-N-Out, my first time there. Bryce had me take a picture to commemorate the occasion.

Bryce got me a subscription to VSCO as an early Christmas present, so when he and George went to work in the evening, I played around with all the filters and editing options I can use for my photos. Bryce sent me a bunch we had taken at the gardens, so I chose my favorites to mess around with.


A Trip to Prague and Budapest: Day 9

My dad and I are on a Rick Steves Tour in Prague and Budapest. Today is our last day of the tour.

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This morning we met in the lobby and went to the Hungarian State Opera House, which is right next to our hotel.


The Opera House is super pretty. The chandelier in the theatre is really cool, but it must have been terrifying when the lights were gas. Our guide told us that much of the Opera House is made of wood, so it’s amazing it never burned down before electric lights were installed.

The wallpaper in the Opera House was my favorite. Almost all of the materials the Opera House is made from are from Hungary, but some things are a bit of a stretch to call Hungarian. Our guide told us that some types of wood used can’t be found in Hungary, but came from other parts of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, so the Hungarians decided it was fine to call them Hungarian goods.

After the Opera House, we went to Heroes’ Square and saw the statues of many famous Hungarians.

Then we stopped at the adorable Gundel cafe for coffee and crepes. In Prague and Budapest both they have things that locals tell us are pancakes, but they are crepes. Before we left the cafe, I bought a box of chocolates for my mom.

The last stop on our tour was the Szechenyi Baths, which had really cool lights. Several people in our group stayed at the baths to get the full experience. I bought a swimsuit, but I decided to go shopping instead of going into the baths.

I didn’t find anything I liked when I was shopping, so I just ended up getting dad a Hungary Starbucks mug, since he spent the afternoon napping at the hotel.

Getting creative with the mirror selfies.

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This evening we met for one last tour group dinner. We went to Urban Betyár, which was not far from our hotel. At the end of dinner we all exchanged email addresses so we can keep in touch and Peter gave us one final gift. Hungary had changed their currency to forints in 1946. The previous currency, pengő, was introduced in 1927 to replace the korona and was one of the worst currencies for hyperinflation ever. Peter gave us each a pengő bill to remember our trip to Budapest.

As we were leaving the restaurant, we walked through the gift shop and I found some earrings that were exactly what I was looking for earlier today.

Two of the women on our tour are on our 6:30am flight to Amsterdam, so we are getting a taxi to the airport with them at 4am tomorrow. Prague and Budapest have been fun and I’ve loved making new friends here. I’m already planning my next visit.

One last tour buddy selfie.

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A Trip to Prague and Budapest: Day 8

My dad and I are on a Rick Steves Tour in Prague and Budapest. Today was our first full day in Budapest.

You can find all my previous posts about this trip here.

In the morning we took a bus to the Buda side of Budapest and toured the Castle Hill. There were several fancy buildings, but the statues were cooler than a lot of the buildings.

The Matthias Church is beautiful inside and out. The tile roof is amazing to see in person.

After we explored the castle district, we went to a cooking class to learn to make traditional Hungarian food. We drew slips of paper to determine which part of the meal each of us would make. I was on Team Dumplings. Dumplings are much easier to make than I thought. Bryce is excited that I will make him dumplings when I get home, but he’ll still be cooking whatever the dumplings are going in.

As part of the class, we were given cookbooks, so I will be able to learn more Hungarian recipes.

After we finished eating, we went to the Market Hall and had some free time. I spent most of the evening shopping with some of the other ladies on our tour, while dad went kayaking on the Danube with one of the other men.

In the evening we took a boat cruise on the Danube. It was chilly, but super pretty.

Dad is having fun in Hungary.

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Dad is having fun.

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A Trip to Prague and Budapest: Day 7

My dad and I are on a Rick Steves Tour in Prague and Budapest. Today we left Prague and took an 8 hour bus ride through the countryside of the Czech Republic, Slovakia, and Hungary to Budapest.

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We left our hotel in Prague at 7:30am and walked across the Vltava to where our bus was waiting. Most people slept as we were leaving Prague. We left, Martin, our Czech guide, behind in Prague and will only have Peter, our Hungarian guide, with us in Budapest.

We stopped at a McDonald’s somewhere in the Czech Republic. The cashier didn’t know the words hot chocolate or cocoa and I didn’t know how to say it in Czech, so dad didn’t get his hot chocolate. I got a latte and a hash brown. The hash brown was a little different than the ones at American McDonald’s. It wasn’t nearly as greasy, so I wonder if they cook it some way other than deep-frying.

We saw communist era prefab apartment buildings as we drove past Bratislava.

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We passed Bratislava in Slovakia and saw all the prefab apartment buildings from the communist era.

When we got to Hungary, we stopped at a weird buffet place that had all the foods. I got salad and pasta salad and bruschetta, since they didn’t have vegetables in the Czech Republic.

We got to our hotel in Budapest and had an hour and a half to get settled before heading out into the city.

Peter gave us all subway tickets and took us to get on the subway. He told us if we get on the yellow line, if the word for the direction has ‘smart’ in it, we are headed toward the city center. If it has ‘mexico’ in it, we are headed toward the baths.

Peter had us wait a few minutes for a less full subway car. He told us that subway cars are like lovers: when one leaves, a new one arrives in a few minutes.

Budapest is full of statues. This is a little princess.

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We saw some of the statues overlooking the river. This one, the little princess, is across from the castle, but since it was evening, the lighting on her was terrible until the train went past.

The first McDonald's behind the iron curtain.

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Peter took us walking around the shopping area and showed us the first McDonald’s behind the iron curtain, which opened in the 80s. He told us getting McDonald’s was a status symbol and people would save the cups even after they had finished their drinks so people would know they had been to McDonald’s.

We finally got salad.

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We had dinner at Gerlóczy Cafe and learned that Hungarians know what a salad is. This salad had goat cheese and some sort of raspberry dressing.

Scalloped potatoes, pork and paprika sauce.

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Instead of the dumplings that were everywhere in the Czech Republic, we had scalloped potatoes and the sauce was a paprika sauce to go with the pork.

Mousse! 🦌

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In the Czech Republic, nearly every dessert was apple strudel. Our first dessert in Budapest was a chocolate mousse.

I think everyone in our group is relieved that there seems to be much more variety in Hungarian food than there was in Czech food.

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A Trip to Prague and Budapest: Day 6

My dad and I are on a Rick Steves Tour in Prague and Budapest. This is our fourth day of the tour and our sixth day in Prague.

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This morning we did a communist tour of Prague, where we walked around and learned about what life was like under communist rule.

We learned a lot about the Velvet Revolution in 1989. The hands of this sculpture represent the hands of the students who took part in one of the first protests against the communist government.

Martin, our Czech guide, took us to Wenceslas Square and told us about the day thousands of people flooded the square and shook their keys in protest.

We also saw several sculptures by David Černy, including the moving head of Kafka and King Wenceslas on an upside down horse. I like the detail of the horse’s tongue sticking out.

Dad and I went to the Choco Cafe, which had been recommended by his friends yesterday. He got hot chocolate with whipped cream and I got hot chocolate with sea salt along with quiches and elderberry lemonades. Dad didn’t like the lemonade and wished he had gotten a raspberry lemonade instead. I love elderflower and elderberry flavored things, so I liked it. The hot chocolate was more of a liquid bar of chocolate than a drink. It was good, but it was way too much chocolate.

We finished getting souvenirs, then went to change our money to Hungarian forints since this is our last day in the Czech Republic.

In the evening we went to the Smetana Museum and had an opera concert given by the soprano Yukiko Kinio, the baritone Vratislav Križ, and the pianist Petr Smetáček. The last song they sang was Papageno and Yukiko Kinio’s son, Matej, played Papageno at the end.

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A Trip to Prague and Budapest: Day 5

My dad and I are on a Rick Steves Tour of Prague and Budapest. This is our third day on the tour and our fifth day in Prague.

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We started the day with a tour of the Josefov neighborhood, which had been Prague’s Jewish Ghetto. A Jewish Museum was established in the early 1900s to commemorate the neighborhood’s Jewish history and memorials were later added after World War II for victims of the holocaust.

Our first stop was the Pinkas Synagogue, which has the names of 80,000 holocaust victims written on the walls.

The yellow words are the town the victims had come from, the red word is a last name, and the black words following are the names of all the victims with that last name from that town.

In the upstairs of the Pinkas Synagogue is artwork from Jewish children. They had been sent to a place called Terezín, which was a cute little community the Nazis used as propaganda to prove the Jews were being sent to a nice place. It was a stopover point for many Czech Jews before they were sent to concentration camps.

Outside is a cemetery that is hundreds of years old. Each time it filled up with graves, a new layer of dirt was added on top to create room for a new layer of graves.

I found a snail friend among the graves.

We then went to the Maisel Synagogue, which has a little video showing what the Josefov neighborhood looked like before many of the buildings were torn down and rebuilt. Some were not rebuilt, so the video shows buildings that are no longer there as well as ones you can see when you walk around.

Our last stop in the Josefov neighborhood was the Spanish Synagogue. It’s called the Spanish Synagogue because it is built in a Spanish style.

The Kafka statue outside the Spanish Synagogue.

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There is a Kafka statue in front of the Synagogue.

The support beams in the Spanish Synagogue are super pretty.

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The chandelier is a Star of David. Super cool from directly below.

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The interior was really cool. I like the support beams and the chandelier, which is a Star of David.

There are exhibits upstairs that talk about Czech Jews post WWII and the silver religious artifacts housed at the synagogue such as crowns and pointer fingers for the Torah.

Martin, our Czech guide suggested a garnet store a few blocks from the Spanish Cathedral if we wanted to get garnet jewelry, which Prague is known for. Dad and I went and got some earrings.

We went to Pizzeria Kmotra for lunch and got pizza!

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For lunch we went to Pizzeria Kmotra and got a margherita pizza. Dad also got tomato soup.

While we were eating, this guy showed up. I wanted to take him, but he was wearing a tag.

This is the Mayor’s Elevator, on the right side of the foyer. The President’s Elevator (formerly the Emperor’s Elevator) is on the left.

After lunch we went to the Municipal House, which is very fancy. It’s a multipurpose building that does concerts and dance lessons and things. It opened in 1912 and was one of the first buildings in Europe to have electric lights and elevators.

Smetana Hall is a concert venue inside the Municipal House named after Bedrich Smetana, a Czech composer. The organ in Smetana Hall is also electric.

Many of the rooms inside the Municipal House were designed by Alfons Mucha. After we finished our tour, we went to the Mucha Museum and saw a lot of his work and a video of his life.

We got back to the hotel just in time for dad’s friend Greg to pick us up for dinner. Greg and his wife are missionaries in Prague. We went to a restaurant near their house, then went to their house for dessert, which was some kind of Czech cake.

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