Good nights cancel out bad mornings.
Getting to Krakow, Poland.
After it took going to three ticket counters to find someone who would sell me a ticket to Krakow. After it took three people to help me figure out which track my train was coming on. After I had to stand for three hours on a too-crowded train. After I found out that the train I was on was the only one that didn’t stop at the main train station. After a Polish woman helped me figure out which train to get on that would take me to the correct station. After walking in the heat with a too-heavy backpack. I made it to my hostel in Krakow.
And then I was shown a room that was so messy it made the way my room usually looks back home look pristine. And then I was taken to another room that was slightly better. But I came to find that the bathroom had an overflowing sink that completely reeked. And then I found that apparently the wi fi isn’t compatible with my Mac.
Let’s just say that Krakow and I weren’t getting off the best of starts.
I retired to my room to cry and read a book on Spain, deciding that maybe it was best that I get out of Eastern Europe as soon as possible.
And then some of my roommates came in. And they invited me down to the bar with them for a drink. And then we hit the square. And got a pitcher of beer. And I got my first peak at Krakow’s beauty.
Sometimes a good night can cancel out a bad day.