Why Weekends Here Are Different
I moved to Prague six years ago and spent the first two years barely leaving the city. Then a friend dragged me to Cesky Krumlov on a rainy Saturday in October. Something clicked. The country I thought I knew turned out to have layers I had completely missed.
Since then, I have spent most of my weekends on the road — or on trains, which are genuinely good here. I have visited castles that almost no one writes about, walked through forests that feel untouched, and eaten in village restaurants where the menu exists only in Czech and the food is extraordinary.
This site is my attempt to share what I have found. Nothing is sponsored. Everything is from personal experience.