Writing this now I can't honestly remember what my inclination was to go to Krakow following my Prague experiences (some of the reason was definitely due to the quote above, a Calvin and Hobbes line) but after shaking out the cobwebs I hopped on a train headed in that direction. Aleksandra (my host via couchsurfing) met me at the station and showed me the way back to her comfy apartment. I happened to arrive only a short time after Aleksandra's mother had dropped off a batch of amazing polish food and for dinner and almost every other meal I had in Poland I dined on hearty, meat and potatoes fare that left me always stuffed and with a smile on my face. Though Aleksandra and her friend Nehow wanted me to stay up and drink with them I decided that I really needed a breather on all things alcoholic and hit the sack early, grateful for a night of rest.
The next day I was shown all around the city, an easier task in Krakow than any other place I had yet been due to its smaller size. The weather was quite chilly still but with all of my layers on I stayed comfortable. I had found out the night before that Nehow and his friends had a few years ago discovered the great American pastime of beer pong and, after I told them I had played my fair share of the game, had excitedly started contacting their friends in preparation of a tournament. Of course, like any evening in which a drinking game is on the docket, it was discovered around 5 that we possessed no cups with which to play with and a desperate search was begun all over the city so that the night wouldn't end before it could even begin. Cups were found at long last and a couple hours later I could've sworn I was in an American dorm room trying to make last cup, except for the fact that the language flying around me was gibberish to my ears and the cups were not the distinctive red SOLO kind (they don't exist over here as far as I've found). I enjoyed the easy familiarity (and better beer) throughout the evening yet still was grateful when Aleksandra asked if I was ready to leave at a reasonable hour. Of course, a reasonable hour over here is 2 in the morning. Still, I got plenty of rest again that night and woke up ready to start checking my options for another city. I hit on Budapest right away as all reports said it was not only beautiful, but cheap as well, matching both of my major criteria. I found a train leaving bright and early the next morning and after a nice walk through the city again and a dinner of Zapikanka ( a toasted half loaf of bread cut down the middle with cheese, mushrooms, salami, you name it, all for a euro or less) I got another early night in and left the next morning feeling rejuvenated and ready for the next adventure.