At first we were dazzled by the luxury of Europe. It seemed our bodies might have a fighting chance here. And then we quickly got used to it all.
No, I'm not used to it one bit. Three hundred dollar hotel rooms? I still spread my legs on the bedspread and marvel at the white, unstained sheets. Carpet! I don't even like carpet, but I like the sound of my bare feet padding around the room, so tripsy and carefree. We don't skip meals anymore but eat too much and feel hopelessly guilty (or I do, at least), a sort of false misery.
We sleep less.
I think at first Chris was a little determined not to like Krakow overly much, out of loyalty to Warsaw, but by the end of the night he was nearly as effusive as I was. It's not true what I used to think--that a city is a city is a city. Not here, at least. Truly "Old World."
But that's it for now. To bed. Maybe tomorrow I'll scrape together enough time to write some more.
On the walls of the Jasna Gora Monastery
The monastery chapel, which is the sanctuary of the Black Madonna
Our fast-speaking tour guide at Schindler's Factory
Some of the factory's goods
Wawel Royal Castle at sunset
A caped wanderer spotted in old town Krakow
I can't stop laughing whenever I see this picture
All empty, except for us
"I beseech you...!"
We leave the castle
Ah, a bookstore
The apostles in dramatic lighting
Can't resist ice cream
Beautiful old town
Wawel Royal Castle at night