This past Saturday evening, the mayor of Prague lit the Christmas tree in Old Town, officially commencing the holiday season. We didn´t actually see the tree get its blaze on—we were too busy being helplessly trapped inside a throng of annoyed people on one of those tiny side streets off the square (I refer to them as the clogged arteries of Prague). We tried various points of entry, but none of them worked, and attempts to elbow our way closer to the spectacle were met with screams of “For Chrissake, haven´t you ever seen a Christmas tree before?” My winter coat was twice ashed on, my foot smashed with a stiletto, and I thought my boyfriend was going to drop-kick a Russian tourist (if indeed there had been enough space to accommodate dropping or kicking). Welcome to Christmas in Prague! But I was determined to marvel at the lights, nibble on roasted chestnuts, and browse the market stalls, many of which were opening that very day. After a good 45 minutes spent maneuvering my way into the square, and braving nearly 12,000 people, that´s exactly what I did.