Tonight is our last night in Krakow, the mini-vacation comes to an end. It has been a very intense three days of sights and sensations (Poles consider borscht, or barsht as they call it, to be something you drink, not eat, so, even though it is soup, they serve it in a cup with no spoon), but today was so bloody hot I am knocked out, woozy, and ready to head home.
The trip highlights will be filed in the memory bank – the park that completely encircles the Old Town Square, or rather the 3 squares that make up the Old Town Square, the Salt Mine, the fruit and vegetable market, the fire breathing dragon at Wawel castle, my niece asking me “Why do you always speak English with your family?” and the English lesson that followed, the ice cream, the ice cream that makes the heat bearable and the tensions of herding a bunch of little kids around a crowded tourist town fade away, and more.
Tomorrow we’ll leave here about 10 a.m., should be in the Czech Republic in just a couple of hours and back home in Prague by tomorrow night.
But, if anybody reading this is thinking of visiting Krakow – I totally recommend it, this is an awesome city.