What's it like in a nutshell?

The Czech Republic is a land where red tramways cut through cobblestone streets, where Czechs sporting dyed mullets walk their well-behaved dogs through the city—a city that is safe at night except for the presents from the well-behaved dogs. Every building is a work of art, and I notice new beauty every day. Even the sidewalks are mosaics. It is a land of unhealthy meals, where fried cheese can be found even on gourmet menus. The Czech people are the only ones in the world capable of rolling zh (think s in pleasure, but rolled). It is a land of gorgeous baroque churches despite the post-communist prevalence of atheism. The Czechs are on the cutting edge of art, and galleries dot the streets just like green steeples dot the sea of red roofs. Oh, and beer actually is cheaper than water.

The Czech people wear dreary expressions that slide off during conversations to reveal happy, animated people underneath. University students travel home nearly every weekend because they love their families. The Czech people rarely move from their hometowns for jobs—this idea sounds silly to a Czech. On most weekends, families empty out of the cities to their cabin retreats. It seems to me that they know what is really important in life.