Our Prague hotel had arranged for a car and driver to transport us from the airport to the hotel. When we came out of the baggage claim area, Mirek, our driver, was dutifully waiting for us holding a sign that said "Jordan --- Hotel Julian". Fortunately, he knew we were Americans and he spoke English to us. (If he had addressed us in Czech, we wouldn't have known how to respond. All Czewch phrases sound to us like "Moje vznasedlo je pine uhoru" --- "My hovercraft is full of eels").
Although Mirek was at least our age, and probably older, he refused to allow either of us to roll our suitcases out of the terminal, and pulled them both behind him like an ox dragging two plows.
His car was a Czech-made Skoda, possibly an Octavia or Super model, quite comfortable and modern. The only strange thing were the seatcovers which looked like powder-blue and white fleece. (Maybe they raise sheep with coats that color here in the Czech Republic).
As we left the airport, we crossed green, rolling hills of grass until we reached the edge of Prague. Without any sun to give us a clue as to the compass direction we were following, we had no real idea of what route we were taking. After about twenty minutes plus, Mirek pulled the Skoda to the curb in front of the hotel, and carried our bags inside for us.
Hotel Julian is a bit old, but has a classic "Rick Steves" feel to it, comfortable, although basic, and frequented by European and well as American tourists. Its location in a mixed residential/commercial office space area puts us far from the usual tourist hotels, but only 15-20 minutes walk, or a short cab or tram ride from all of the sights worth seeing in town.
