Tag Archives: Poland

You know you’ve adapted to a country when…

…you order pizza in another language. Roughly. Query: Is this a sign of adaptation? Answer: No. The pizza, despite promises on the door flier to cost only 18 or so złoty, ended up being 33 złoty, and since the delivery … Continue reading

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Spent fifteen minutes drowning in light

Beautiful weather continues: sans hat sans gloves sans zipped-up coat On the way to Cafe Młyn (a five-minute walk, at most) I stopped in the Planty (I think I’ve described this before: It used to be the moat around the … Continue reading

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What happened last night?

Sir Mix-a-lot as nice, leisurely background music to your lunch at Cafe Młyn. Who knew “Baby Got Back” would make it as an international easy listening hit? It’s strange, with American music being so popular, that it is often played … Continue reading

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A bookstore that actually pays you back!

Unlike, say, Half-Price Books, which just treats itself as a landfill service, giving you the minimum (unless you know someone there, which I was lucky enough to have happen a few times I sold books) as though doing you a … Continue reading

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So cold your snot freezes

But luckily that hasn’t happened to me yet. I have it on good authority that today was -8 Cº which, to tell the truth, didn’t immediately feel different from your regular “freezing temperatures”, which made me wonder why I was … Continue reading

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Circumscription

Maybe this is why I eat out so much, both here (expected, understood) and in Houston (blasphemous, wastrel): So I have a reason to leave the apartment. And, believe me, I need to leave the apartment. But that’s a psychological … Continue reading

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Slaphappy McMonsterface

DAY 564 OF MY LIFE IN KRAKOW: Strangely, it’s only now starting to feel like home, perhaps because of the return of winter, and memories are recalled as to the first winter, the skeining up of all my expectations into … Continue reading

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