“Crack-house? Good Dance? Pole-land? War-saw? What is it with the names in this country?” Lily asks. Groan, Emma and I think. It’s 14 year old humor. Lily is an early teen and full of sugary spite and salty humor when…
Cold. Rain. Wind. We are prepared. Fleece, hat, good rain jacket are enough, but just barely. Fortunately we are going only 100 feet to the Amber Museum just south of Zlota Brama. The gate had been built by ethnic Germans in…
“Emma, I’ll do the room sweep.’ Lily says. Our bags are packed. Rooms are checked. Goodbuy Holiday Inn Krakow! The taxi guy at the stand says ‘Meter’ in a deep accent but I wave him off. He suggest 200 PLN, which is…
After yesterday’s intensity this was never going to be a tough day. The Holiday Inn is comfortable enough and better than it’s American counterparts but no place to hang out even if you want to take it easy. (This…
When I wake up at 3am, I think of my nights in Kajuraho India where I barely slept last summer. It was one of the worst bouts of jet-lag I’ve ever had. Just as I decide to get up and make…