I found Poland!
My first day in Warsaw, Poland.
It was my first biggest concern: finding Poland. When I left for Berlin with no concrete plans past those first 5 days I had it my head that there was a good chance that I would never figure my way out of there.
But I managed.
And I bought a ticket and found a train to Warsaw.
And I found my hostel without getting myself lost.
And my bedroom that night was perfect…
(Alas, I had to switch rooms for the next night because when I booked all the nights weren’t available in one room.)
And then I took a walk. And tried to find food. Poland is harder than Germany. In Germany looking at words on a chalkboard menu at least somewhat made sense. In Poland I have no idea.
So after walking past too many good looking restaurants to count I ended up choosing a touristy looking place that had big pictures of pierogi outside. (I’ve now seen this same place all over so I guess it’s a chain).
But in any case. I got dinner.
And then I stopped for strawberry ice cream. Which I got by pointing and and holding up one finger to say one scoop. And it was yummy.
Ice cream seems to be big here. I’m not complaining. I don’t know why but in my head I think I equate “freedom” with “eating lots of ice cream.” And it’s a good path to follow.
So I ate my ice cream. And didn’t get lost on my way back to the hostel. And then went to sleep in my pretty pink bed.
Sid VicJuly 18, 2011at11:25 am
you’re not far off when you say you equate icecream with “freedom” to me, it always equated to “American.” I went to the Philippines (where I am from) and my 10 yr old cousin did an “American impersonation” for me. What’s the first thing she said, “Oh My Gosh! I’ce Cream!” that followed with her gushing on about baseball and the mall. haha
Anyways, great blog! Travel well! I’ll be back to read on :o)