So the hostel that we're staying at belongs in Toontown, not in a modern human city. Viewed from the outside (see photo), it looks like the designer was on LSD during its construction. It's cartoonishly colorful; weird things stick out at all angles; and overall it's very artistic. By "artistic", of course, I mean that it doesn't have any of those "pesky" things like sprinklers, emergency exits, or fire escapes. Although it was actually quite comfortable, I kept having dreams of running ablaze through a smoke-filled building, frantically searching for an exit while Roger Rabbit stood outside laughing hysterically.
After deciding against the opera (subtitles were in German), at night Monica and I had a traditional Slovakian dinner at a restaurant downtown. While sipping plum brandy (a local specialty that makes you squint one eye, cringe, and babble something to the effect of "gagablooeyog!"), we were serenaded by some Romaji (i.e., gypsy) musicians.
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