Krakow, Poland.

So I stayed in Krakow for three more days and I’m happy that I did.

It gave me a chance to switch hostels to a new one was one of the nicest hostels I’d ever stayed at. It was like sitting in someone’s living room. And the bathrooms were clean and didn’t smell. And they made a huge breakfast of fruit and ham and cheese and tomatoes and cucumbers and bread and jam and apple pancakes or scrambled eggs.

It gave me a chance to climb up to the top of the church tower. Which, really, was a stupid thing for a girl afraid of heights to do.

It gave me a chance to spend almost an entire cold day wrapped in a sweatshirt with my computer and wi-fi and make some decisions and book some hostels and catch up on blogging.

It gave me a chance to finally do some laundry, since I was wearing my undies inside out.

It gave me a chance to see what may or may not have been a Polish movie or TV show being filmed.

It gave me a chance to see what may or may not have been a flash mob.

It gave me a chance to stumble upon a bridge full of love locks.

It gave me a chance to find myself on the terrace with an older Irish couple and a younger Belgian couple. And then at a bar sipping sweet vodka with a table full of Belgiums and hostel workers.

It gave me a chance to see a beautiful sky over Poland one last time.

I didn’t do everything I thought I might do. I wanted to make it to the salt mines, but just never felt like it. I wanted to see the inside of the castle but never got around to it. I wanted to go to Zakopane but never wanted to figure out the Polish trains again.

And so I walked around a lot. And sat and stared a lot. And that, I am OK with.