Lost Again!!

Last night marked the first of many grand adventures in Prague. Kirby and I left our hostel around 10 pm to find our new apartment. To save ourselves from a hassle in rush hour metro traffic, we brought our suitcases with us during that trip. We knew the address and the stops we needed to take to get there, but as we boarded the metro Kirby realized she had left her phone (with our contact's number) at the hostel. Since we knew the address and we were already a bit late, we decided to keep going. God is so good and provides us with exactly what we need. People stopped to help us carry our bags up stairs and although people gave us funny looks, we were completely unharmed during the quest.
We missed the tram stop, so we rolled our bags all the way to the apartment building. Success! We made it...and then realized that we didn't know the key code to get into the building. Failure. Kirby played around with it a bit and found out how to find the address book to find the people's last names, but of course our contact was not listed. So we did what any normal American traveler would do-we rang the first name we could pronounce: Smith. The lady said this had happened before, so she rang us into the building and told us she thought we needed to go to the second floor. Praise the Lord! We were out of the cold. The mailboxes were next to the door, so we found our contact's name and affirmed we were in the right place.
There was a tiny elevator in the center with a stair case spiraling around it and being that we travel together, we naturally thought both of us and our massive bags would fit inside-haha. So there we were crammed in this itty bitty elevator with the doors trying to close-(ding ding halfway close, slide open, ding ding halfway close, slide open). I finally wiggled out and went up separately to find this hidden apartment. We searched the entire building looking for the door with her name on it-nothing. But what can I say, God provides. Just as Kirby was about to knock on some random door, hoping we either found our apartment or someone who spoke English, a man returned from a walk with his dog. Kirby raced down the stairs to ask if he spoke English or knew someone who did. He brought her to a friend (low and behold, the Smith who let us in the building) who let us in to use their internet so we could send our contact an email. What else can I say but God Provides! It turns out she had lost track of the time and was out finishing up some work and returned late. But we found her! The apartment is wonderful. We have more than we need and she is one of the nicest ladies I've ever met.
End of story...NOT.
After we get the keys and directions of how everything works, we hopped on a night tram outside. It was freezing and we almost knew the tram routes, so we jumped on the first thing that came our way. We would have been perfectly correct if we had hopped off at the stop our map said, but it was cold and we thought that maybe the next stop would take us a bit closer to the hostel (mind you this is 1:20 am), so we continued on. This time we turned away from our hostel and crossed the river into the Prague suburbs. So then we thought that if we rode the tram to the last stop it would simply turn around and take us back-not the case. Once we hit the last stop, we are kicked off the tram and stranded somewhere off our map. That's when the Czech/Russians came into the picture. These two guys came up to us and asked if we were lost-clearly. Long story short, they were slightly intoxicated, very nice guys who were looking for a pub and invited/insisted we join them. Since we had no where else to go, we followed them towards the city as they tackled each other in the snow, attempted to woo us, and eventually led us back. We found a pub that was closed, so we continued walking and thank you Lord that we found a bus stop and they waited for the bus with us. As the bus pulled up, Dmitri and Pavel shook our hands, but didn't let go hoping we would stay and find a pub with them (yeah right, it's late, we're lost, and we don't know you!), so we tore away and boarded the bus. We rode to our stop and walked back to the hostel-safe and sound.
As ridiculous as that little adventure was, I do feel truly blessed, because God really did provide for us and provided us with a few laughs along the way.
*Disclaimer: Kirby and I were both entirely safe during this last leg of the journey. The boys were very nice and they had two friends (who were clearly dating) and they were very helpful when we eventually found our way back to the city.