I love the internet! I figured we could hit Chattanooga, TN for breakfast on our way to Florida, did a Google search and found this cute place, Aretha Frankenstein’s. Just looking at the menu was enough to make my mouth water for days before we left. Once there though, I passed on the pancakes and waffles….all I could think about was grits! Don’t ask me why….think just slightly cheesy, warm, kind of bland, comfort food….and the apple smoked/cured bacon was awesome too. And did we have trouble finding this little neighborhood gem nestled not far from the revived downtown? Not at all, thanks to the Garmin GPS girl “Jill”! Garmin has revolutionized travel for me!
Ok, one more post about the Poland trip! I forgot to include some very important photos. We had a wonderful visit with these folks, and tons of fun laughing about the atomic fireballs I brought as gifts for the kids. “Atomic fireballs?” you say. What was I thinking? Well, I wanted to bring some “American” candy as gifts, and I knew American chocolate doesn’t really compare to European….I bought tootsie rolls, but was afraid they would melt somehow in my bag, so I brought sweet tarts and atomic fireballs! Yes, you are right, not really a good choice. Next time….maybe gummy worms?! Anyway, they served a lovely tea!
This will be my last post about my trip to Poland this summer to visit my son. I ended up making a full circle, flying out of Warsaw where I started. We spent one night with this man and his dog! His wife and kids were back home in the UK for a summer visit. He was a great cook and I appreciated their hospitality and the room to spread out my stuff for one last repacking!
I have to say my trip was perfectly wonderful in every way, from the flight on United Airlines to the Polish people, the hotels and food, the beautiful old cities and countryside, the trains, buses, and trams, all the cute puppy dogs, the weather, the flowers and the Polish air! I met a lot of wonderful friends and was on the receiving end of so much hospitality.
I truly hope I get to go back again next year!
Being an aggie of sorts, I was really anxious to make the trip to visit one of our friends who lived “in the country”. I was told he even had a cow and calf! (I was hoping for a little face time with the calf) We took a slow train to Torun and then a bus out to A’s “village”. I know, I am using too many quotes, but really, if you have any connection to farms in the U.S., you’ll soon see that these terms don’t quite portray reality. The bus dropped us off in what I would call a town and I started to worry that I had a several mile hike ahead of me out to “the country”. But instead, we walked a couple of blocks and there we were, at the gate to A’s. Up the sidewalk we went and into a lovely old house where we were met with hot tea in glass cups with silver holders. We met A’s elderly mother and had a nice visit, but I started to lose hope that I would get to pet the calf.
Here is a street view in A’s small town and several of the houses just down the street from his place. I never did get to what I picture in my mind as a “farm”. I am sure there are some, but even from the airplane, I could see that farming was different here, as it probably is in much of Europe. From the air, I could see a small town road with houses placed on narrow lots, and then behind each house, a long strip field of something like 10-15 acres (I am really guessing here). I am told not everyone farms their own field…..perhaps several in town have the equipment to plow and harvest, etc, but it’s my understanding the owners of each house own the field behind them too.
I was also told that there is a strong German influence in the style of this town. The houses did seem a little different to me than what I’d seen elsewhere. Anyway, back to the visit. A. excused himself for a few minutes to go up the road and check on the cow who was tethered in a nearby field and I began to lose hope for my calf time. When he came back, however, I managed to ask about the calf and found she was in the barn right in the back yard. “Oh, could we go outside and look around then?” I casually asked.
So, this Polish “farm” turned out to be many Americans’ dream: little piece of land closely connected to town and friends that a man can work with his own hands as his own boss to provide for his own needs! AND, I got to pet the calf and let her suckle my hand! Yes!
You might recall that in Poland there are three types of trains: slow, medium and fast. We’d ridden on the first two, so just to be complete, I asked Ian if we could take the fast train from Krakow back to Poznan. What I discovered, though, was that this train wasn’t particularly fast (it stopped a lot) and it wasn’t nearly as fun (not as many native Poles and homemade sack lunches perhaps). There was a food cart with packaged snacks and drinks. We were headed back to the P’s apartment for a couple of days and more visiting with friends. Here is Ian thinking about one of the visits ahead.
One of the tourist items Poland is known for is the amber used in all kinds of jewelry and other beautiful items. Amber is fossilized pine tree resin, and often contains some insect that got caught in the sticky gold before it hardened. If you have never seen any of this kind of amber, please go to this site for a wonderful closeup (which I did not get in all my picture taking!) I wish I could have brought each of you something made with this Polish delight…but maybe next time. Amber has been found along the Baltic coasts of Poland and Lithuania for thousands of years…a gift from the sea, washed up again by the waves near the pine trees on the coast from which it came.
In this large building in the center of the Krakow old town we found this long parade of booths full of crafted items: leather work, furs, many amber jewelry booths, pottery and decorated wooden items.
Before I left for Poland, I had an informative trip to McFarland Clinic’s Travel Clinic. Makes sense…..one doctor sees everyone who is headed overseas. He keeps up on the current bugs and outbreaks. I had two shots and went home with a nice folder of information and orders to not drink the water, use ice or eat anything uncooked that couldn’t be peeled. I was also to get some Imodium and fill a scrip for antibiotic. Wanting to have a good vacation, I left Ames fully intending to obey orders! You’ll remember, my first meal was Burger King, even though Ian was feasting on a fresh salad. So it went for a couple of days, and then some of our friends brought out the fresh fruit…and it looked so good. I also suspected that some unpeeled cucumber was winding up on my train sandwiches. But, it didn’t seem to bother me, and really, I started to forget “orders”. But when I was served this meal in Krakow, it all came back to me……oh this was bad….so terribly bad, all the rules broken in one meal! Oh well, what the heck….I just dived right in and enjoyed!
Ian contemplating truth and beauty!