Firstly, a few things I forgot to say in yesterday's blog post.
1. While we were walking...was it to the beach? Was that yesterday? It seems like ages ago... Well, anyway, at one point I was walking behind a girl with shorts that literally only covered half of her butt. Have some class. Then she looked at bras in a little shop alongside the supermarket.
2. When we were getting on the tramway (as it turns out, it's spelled tramway, not trumway. Sorry, folks) to wherever it was we were going, I can't be bothered to think back to it, there was a guy lying on the side of the road. Someone was calling 999 (like 991) and another guy was holding his head so it wouldn't be on the pavement. We don't know if he was just drunk or if he'd had a seizure for something, but yeah.
3. That car we drove in to the house of my mom's cousin? Turns out it costs 200,000 Euros. An Audi 7 or something, maybe 8, what do I know about cars? Either way, I figured it was fancy and expensive, but not that fancy and expensive. The thing had every option you could put in it. Big GPS screen with built in telephone, touch pad to write out the number you're looking for, it stops itself if you aren't paying attention, it has boss temperature control, and was basically a srs bsnss car.
Right-e-o then, on to today.
After breakfast we rushed over to the downtown area to board the 10am pirate ship to Westerplatte, the place where World War II started. We just made it to the ship, and then settled in for the 45-minute-ish trip to the monument. Mainly, we just sailed through the shipyards, and some guy was saying things in Polish, English, and German over the intercom about where we were, but I couldn't understand the English portions well and then gave up and just took pictures of the massive boats.
We landed and then walked along a path with some historical foundations of buildings and little explanations of what they were, finally coming to the big monument at the end. It was cool to go there, especially because every time I've come to Poland I've gone to the beach and people point and say, "Look, there's Westerplatte; that's where World War II started." Cool story, bro. Can we go?
We had the times wrong for the ships, so we sat waiting for a while before getting on and heading back to Gdansk. On the way back, we listened to the live music we were promised. It was nice. The guy had two CDs, and my mom bought one for my sister, who then realized she wanted the other one, and it was just...
Neither of them seem to be having a very good time here. My mom keeps complaining about her mother and about how people are rude and about how my sister complains, while my sister complains about my mom pressuring her into things and rushing everywhere and how we have to meet family and sit around eating with them, and it's just stressful. I'm having a good time. I'm in freaking Europe, and as much as I miss my dear internet, I'd be happy no matter what we did. I just wish they could relax a bit and go with the flow. My mom is just as stressed out here as she is at home. So what's the point?
Well, anyway.
We ate at this adorable restaurant-place called Nalisnikowo. "Nalisniki" is the Polish word for crepes, so as you can guess, it was a creperie. I fell in love the moment we walked in. It's full of cheery pastel colors and the outside tableclothes have polka dots on them and the menus were pink and they had English versions and everyone was nice and no one fed me nuts. The food was also fantastic and surprisingly filling. I love that place.
Then we meant to rush home because we were going to meet my sister's godmother's mother in Sopot at four, but we swung by the amber museum gift shop so my sister could check something (where I bought something for a friend), and then we also swung by the amber-selling-street so I could buy the necklace I'd seen the other two times I was there (and my sister bought a necklace as well), and then while we were walking to the tramway stop I bought another little gift for a different friend.
Our luck had been good until today with tramways, and we had to wait a bit for the right one to come. We didn't get back until a little after four, so we called to apologized and then quickly got ready and took a taxi there.
We sat eating cake and tea for a bit. I kept myself amused by watching my sister's godmother's two sons playing. They're five and three--the first was a few weeks old when I first came to Poland. The six of us began to walk towards the pier in Sopot, but my sister's aunt's godmother and the two boys turned back before we got there. We checked it out, but didn't pay to go on. We then walked to the train station and took a train to where the Alfa Centrum is. We couldn't find a stop for the right bus or a tramway that would get us home for a while, and we'd walked roughly half the way there before coming across a bus stop. We took a bus home.
I didn't eat supper, because though it was just after nine I was totally beat and went straight to the shower. My feet kill. I'm probably forgetting things I wanted to say here. Like that the train "wasn't quite the Hogwarts Express" and that a guy at the monument was wearing a Harry Potter t-shirt and that I gave some money to some hilarious* breakdancers who were also good at breakdancing and the guy whose hat I put money into gave me a fistbump. :D
I'm close to done with Hour Game. I really do like it a lot. I'm saving all my final thoughts and musings about paranoia and death and Alaska Young and the labrynth (labrinth? Oh, I'm tired) for when I've finished.
PoKEMON StATS
Hush, I'm reading.
*I don't speak Polish, but what I could understand was hilarious and they just seemed like cool guys.
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