We had a cold night in our little cabin. The heater didn’t work and the weather was cold and wet all night. Slept in our warmest clothes plus our down jackets. We rejected the idea of showering as the bathroom block was a bit of a walk in the cold rain. Clearly we are getting spoiled by en-suite baths. After saying goodbye to the affectionate black cat we were on our way.
The top sign, Kosciol Agroturystka, was a welcome sight as it pointed us in the right direction for our bed for the night. We are so relieved that they were home as they hadn’t opened for the season.
At the next village, we stopped at a Sklep for lunch supplies and attracted a lot of attention, smiles, stunned looks and stares. This man literally stood on the corner and watched us, unmoving, for about 20 minutes. We realize that we are truly an oddity in their environment.
This fellow however, broke the barrier and went up to Barry and was very excited to chat. Who, what and where pretty much covers it. But at this point when Barry shared with him our journey, he congratulated,him, laughed, shook his hand and moved on. Then he came over the road, chatted with me and kissed my hand and wished me well. How lucky we are to have these chance encounters.
We appreciate the solid three walled bus shelters in Poland. They offer us a chance to sit down and Seavo a chance to get out of the weather if needed.
This cake represents a cautionary tale regarding Polish cakes. It sounded good, coffee cake. What we didn’t realize was that it was 90%mocha icing with chunks of sponge toffee, a sliver of cake at the bottom with a layer of jam. It was delicious but crazy sweet.
