It’s our final day here and Prague and my only things left on me to do list is to enjoy it and Pasta Fresca one more time. I headed over to the pasta shop with some of the other students as we all went over our favorite memories in Prague. Personally, I had shared about the moment I had in the St. James cathedral after me and two other students got locked in with a Czech local on accident. I had brought them to the church as our tour guide explained a fascinating story about a church hundreds of years ago. The story goes: As the church was having a local charity for underprivileged kids and families for the holidays, a thief broke in one night and tried to steal the funds. However, with the power of God on their side, the church caught the thief, and he was taken to prison. However, there are two versions of this story, and the one I was interested was this one. My tout guide explained further and stated that the church in fact cut off his hand and hug it from the celling by the door as not only justice but as a sign for all wrongdoers. I instantly needed to see this for myself. After being informed on where this still hung today, we headed to the church. It was around six o clock pm and when we had entered, we noticed all the lights were off, which made it impossible to see where the thief hangs. On the other hand, we were completely alone with just us three and one other local praying. As we are walking around the church and taking in the historical beauty of a place, I get giddy that we have the privilege of seeing it in such a. unique way, where usually only priests can. After a few moments later, we try to exit and realize it is locked from the outside. My friend Lilly and the Czech woman start yelling, “Proseem,” which is Czech for excuse me, to try and grab the priest attention. After minutes of no answer, I get increasing more excited as Lilly gets increasingly more worried. But this is my dream. I love dark tourism and equally as much history and now were wondering if we might be locked in till, they open it again. We finally decide to cross the rope of no entry to the priest quarters, and we finally find him before walking in too far. He was the nicest priest I had ever met and allowed us to tour the backside of the church where the priest live and see their private chapel. It was one of the most amazing experience’s I have had, and the priest came to us with nothing but great hospitality, which all made my love for Prague grow that much bigger. With the preserved history, creative, architecture, affordable costs of living, and non-aggressive social culture, I don’t see any good reason not to visit the wonderful city again.