It’s just a 2 hour train ride from Krakow to Warsaw and the journey is a relaxing one. The lush plains of central Poland are a patchwork of fields and ceramic tiled hamlets. What a lovely way to see the land.
As we disembarked from the train, our neighbours across the aisle said “merci beaucoup” and I responded “de rien” as one does. They asked where we were from and next thing we knew we were deep in conversation, then shaking hands, receiving kisses and “a revoir’s.” This kind of spontaneous connection is something we have come to love about traveling. Delightful people who make life meaningful by personally touching our lives. What a gift!
Our friends had stayed at the same hotel we booked in Warsaw and encouraged us to walk there from the train station — very good advice since road construction would have made the tram ride extra long. They also directed us to some good, back door sites which we will check out tomorrow afternoon.
As for the rest of the day, we wandered along the “Champs Elysee” of Warsaw called The Royal Way, and poked around the old town where we had a sumptuous home-style Polish meal of roasted duck, chunky wedge potatoes and pickled beets. On our way back to the hotel we stopped at Starbucks for something familiar and lounged in deep, cushy chairs — chatting about trip highlights.
I’ve said this before so you won’t be surprised when I say that traveling is hard work. It is a gift and a privilege and we are thankful for our time here. Truly. But let’s be realistic and remember that we aren’t spring chickens! A week tomorrow we fly home and I think we’ll be ready. And that’s a very good feeling.
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