Prague trams are not hard to navigate. But they can be if you can’t read Czech.

During our pit stop in Prague – the most beautiful “pit” I’ve ever seen – we were essentially given a three-day tram pass and a “good luck.” Without any data on our phones, we relied on a mixture of maps, asking locals and hopeful guessing.

Most of the time, we were fine.

The tram tracks wound through the porous cobblestone streets and were filled with sounds of sneakers hitting the pavement, soft conversations and sneezes (my allergies were pretty bad). The weather is so pleasant you forget they exist.

Wenceslas Square, our home base, stands in the center of the city. The long rectangular block featured elaborate art nouveau architecture, overpriced corner markets and live performances on the little stage near the Prague National Museum.

The trouble came when my friend Courtney and I found ourselves in a residential neighborhood nine stops away from Wenceslas and familiar territory. We have the Friends Coffee House barista with wildly curly red hair to thank for the scribbled directions to “Etcimax” thrift store. Our trail ended with four new Czech friends (baby included) and nothing but new navigation skills to prove for it.

Along the way, the people of Prague came around us like a family. We met a variety of locals who served different stereotypes in a family – the practical dad who walked us to the tram stop, the sympathetic mom in a residential coffee stand juggling Google maps and a bright blue-eyed baby, the fun aunt who highlighted the cool things to do in the city and the hipster brother who pointed us toward a non-existent hole-in-the-wall thrift store.

All in all, getting lost in the day is a sunny adventure full of sweaty faces, subway surfing and weary feet. Getting lost at night is a whole other story.