Co sie gapich? (What are your looking at?)

Trip Start Aug 27, 2006
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Trip End Sep 24, 2006


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Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Alright................. so I am finally here. Doesn't seem too real, I have to keep reminding myself that I am on a different part of the world map I have imprinted in my head.

Susie dropped me off at around 3 Pm, and oops. flight delayed until 10:30......... that was a rowdy party. I sat next to a nice Norweigen man who told me that he flies to Walla Walla every summer to visit his girlfriend. I wondered why anyone would travel 13 hours to go to Walla Walla, he must of had some woman. He told me that they went to costco every other day, because he thought the sheer size of it was hilarious. I agreed. I was also yelled at the beginning of the flight. "Diest Unda Bomnf!" I was pretty sure she wanted me to take my headphones off, but Danish is ugly and I kept them on.

Nine hours later I fly into Denmark, Beautiful country I am sure. Too expensive. Fly me to Poland. Thanks!

Hostel Is great.....good people. Greatest shower ever, the shower at Densmore is horrible. Here I can wash out the shampoo in my hair in under one minute! WOW! Anyways, the name of this entry is titled the way it is because I have been getting long stares (and the occasional dirty glare). I am starting to think the people of Poland find saggy, bloodshot eyes and brittle-but-somehow-still-greasy hair excruciatingly attractive. They cant help but gaze at my impeccable beauty. They are jealous that they feel forced to take showers and put on makeup, while I, an American traveler, finds it ok to shower twice a week and change my socks every other bath. Envious Poles. ok i am done being stupid....
or am I?

My body did not like adjusting to the zones this time around. It said no, I said yes. My body fought me to the sleep. I passed out for a good portion of Tuesday. Horray. I am so glad to have flown all this way just to sleep on a creaky mattress. So I get up at around 6 PM feeling like ass hole, and I decide to go to the old town (which is very cool) and walk around. Maybe get a pint. I go out with a Canadian girl from my room and we end up being on the Belgium Television (their travel channel) for a medieval walk through documentary of the Old Town. It was rad, period costumes and everything. I got to hold a torch. I was a happy girl that evening.

The most fascinating thing about Warszawa is that everything has been rebuilt within the last 50 years. The Nazis bombed and destroyed about 85% of the whole city, including the old town. It is very obvious with the new town, and the suburbs that everything is new. The old town however is in impeccable shape and looks just like it did 100 years ago. Everything was in ruins, and they erected everything within 5 decades. Amazing. On the side of the rebuilt cathedral, they stuck in the chain from the Nazi tank that bulled over the original cathedral and blew it up. So much history. The Poles are proud of this accomplishment, as they should be.

Overall I have been enjoying myself. Despite people staring me down, and the blank faces when I try to use my Polish in everyday usage, I can understand much more than I knew I could! Thats good news! I am not sure why these people do not appreciate my linguistical efforts , but still, I speak on. Actually, it's not that bad. The other day i practically mowed down this cute little girl (she was carrying a basket! She was so adorable!) and i re flexed in flawless Polish "I'm so sorry, sweetheart!". That was exiting for me. No one else.

Actually an Enlgish boy at the hostel was just reading over my shoulder and he asked me why the hell I would be bragging about that, as it is stupid. I told him "Ye batch" and snickered. He went to look it up.

All right, until next time folks.
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