Holy crap I’m in Poland! Far from home – though I guess home sweet home is now this:
I could say a thing or two (or 5) about my flight to Warsaw – about the lady next to me who used my legroom since her large shopping bag and purse took up hers, or about the lack of personal TVs (travesty!!), or the extreme HEAT, or the hotdog bun with melty processed cheese-like substance that was breakfast, or the movies played (a Dolphin Story? really??), or maybe Mr. Knees who kneed me in the back every 2 minutes.
But that’s all long behind me now. And seriously? Pretty sure it qualifies as #firstworldproblems or whatever those crazy tweeting kids call it. I’m in a stupid nice hotel room, relaxed after a day of sightseeing in Gdansk followed by a 35 minute swim. We’re going to watch some movies shortly with Dunc’s friends. An easy start which is good, since we’re both still jetlagged.
This town is pretty, port-y, and an interesting mix of old and Communist-era architecture. Polish as a language baffles me, but people have been pretty nice about our Anglo-ness (including/especially the dudes who sat down with us at dinner last night and asked us for money for beer).