Posnań

 What a difference a day makes.  We left fabulous Taruń via Uber because of a pretty good downpour.  The main train station, Toruń Main is a cavernous, complex entity but I am learning new tricks every day and can isolate bin/track/carte # with the best of them.  We enjoyed a coffee and a croissant before boarding and finding our bin.   We left on time and enjoyed a sedate ride west through the agricultural areas of this slice of Poland; mostly corn and (happily!) sunflowers.

Another uber rescued us on arrival in Poznań.   This is a bigger city than Taruń.  It’s on the Warta River and is a university city, something I have always loved, because of the young energy that seems to permeate the entire city.  Tomorrow we will explore the Old Market Square, where we are set to meet the two mechanical goats who butt heads at noon.

Our check in was probably in the top 26% of sibling efficiencies.   In other words, one sibling goes one way, cell phone in hand, neck craning upwards and sideways.  The other guards their abandoned sidewalk suitcases and backpacks with the ferocity of a papillon.   Once sib #1 comes back looking perplexed and very thirsty, sib #2 unleashes her secret weapon:  She asks strangers for help.

Sadly, that was a bust.  Not a lot of English spoken here and frankly, no smiles are returned.  The Poles are a serious bunch.

Nevertheless, turns out the place we needed was right next door to the place we landed.  Ever the way, just look a little left or right!   And oh, it is lovely.   Sparkling clean, with beds that do not shriek through the night with every fitful turn, a thoughtfully appointed kitchen that (gasp) included salt and pepper.   It’s a little busy as it is right on the tram line, but that will be to our benefit tomorrow when we disappear into the medieval part of town, just a 20 minute ride on Tram #15.

I’m feeling so great about this place.  Pasta for dinner tonight.

   Not exactly a fjord, but not unwelcome, either.

               This means, good morning or good day or have a good day or whatever else you want.

                      I better get used to this view… it has to take me allllll the way to Paris, bit by bit.  😊

Possible email hack

 Hi everyone,

It seems my email may have been hacked.   This is just to let everyone know that all is well and if you receive any weird requests for money from me, please ignore!  All is well.

Bloody European hackers!  😡

Walking the Vistula River

It’s a glorious, sunny morning and this was a great way to appreciate the ancient walls of the Old Town.  This walk is an easy few km, but for those who have the leg power it can be extended to about 16 km.   That is the 2 km bridge that we dragged our suitcases across just two days ago. It feels surreal.

Time is a completely different entity when you travel.  Clocks become expressions of mystery and beauty, rather than to simply to mark the hours.  And calendars cease to be lists of dates - they instead become bridges carrying us from one place, one experience, to the next.