11:34 pm. But I was worried it would be midnight by the time we got home, so this is good.
Today I awoke after six hours of sleep at six in the morning. For two hours I lay around, trying yet failing to get back to sleep, but not being able to keep my eyes open if I wanted to. At eight, I admitted to myself that it was time to get up and get ready. We were supposed to be getting picked up at nine to head over to the farm where we have family members.
After getting dressed, I ate a crossaint and some grapes. We weren't sure if we were having breakfast over there as well, so we ate a little just in case.
The guy picking us up--my uncle--ended up being forty-five minutes late due to his work, so I did some reading while we were waiting for him. Then me, my mom, my sister, and my grandmother all piled into his car and we began the hour-long drive to the farm.
We took a detour on the way there to look at another cathedrale--Pelplin. We paid our way in and I assure you, it was totally worth it. The place is massive and positively gorgeous. It's true beauty couldn't be captured no matter how many pictures I took, but I tried my best. There was a crew setting up flowers and candles and things for a wedding there. I wonder how much it costs to get married there...
Food was served almost the moment we walked in the door. We were greeted by my mother's aunt. I wish I could talk to this woman. She just seems to upbeat and awesome. Like a gameshow host or a younger, foreign Betty White. Plus, ohmigosh, her cooking. That food tasted like falling in love. Everything was homemade, from the cakes to the sauces, straight down to the noodles in the chicken soup. They live on a farm, like I've said, so they grow a lot of what they eat. Anyway, the food was just fantastic. Like, MasterChef fantastic. Though I don't think she would qualify for MasterChef because in the winter, when the farm is inactive, she cooks for weddings. She cooked all the food for my parents' wedding. I want her to cook for my wedding. Did I mention that the food was phenomenal?
Also, they gave me wine. I know the legal drinking age here is 18, so I thought it was odd. The following conversation occured between my sister and I once she took a sip of her own drink:
"So, is it wine?"
"Yup. Guess they think you're old enough."
"I'm kind of scared to try it."
"Don't get wasted."
Eventually, I took a sip. I almost chickened out when the smell reached my nose, but I managed to take a little sip. Tasted about as good as it smelled: that is, like piss. Seriously, why do people drink wine? Excuse me while I go wash out my mouth.
So lately I've been meeting a lot of family members, and I'm starting to lose track. Below is a quick list of the family members I know of.
In America:
-mom
-dad
-sister
-sister
-brother
-godmother
-godfather
-uncle
-aunt
-three cousins
In Germany:
-uncle
-aunt
-two cousins
In Poland:
-mom's mother
-dad's parents
-mom's mother's two sisters--my great aunts
-uncle that lives with grandmother
- my uncle, Woytek, and his brothers--three sets of aunts and uncles
-four cousins from those three sets
-great aunt and uncle at farm
-three sets of aunts and uncles met at farm
-six cousins met at farm
And that isn't even including the parents of my aunt in America and my aunt and Germany, and everyone that they are related to. I was so used to having a neat little family that I could keep easy tabs on. Now my mind has been blown.
11:52pm.
We eventually left the farm, laden with gifts despite the fact that we were the ones visiting them and they had cooked us the fantastic meal and like, they didn't have to. A few minutes after we got back, we called a taxi and drove over to the Oliwa cathedrale for a concert my mother and sister really wanted to go to--the finale of the Mozart festival thigns, Mozartiana. There was a bit of a misconception, so we waited in the cold for a while before getting in and buying tickets. We met some guy with a son who lived in London and had a British accent. :D
Then we had a half hour to kill, so we went to the Oliwa cemetary where some family members are buried. My mom wanted to see the grave of her father. I don't really want to get into the family grave parts, because anything interesting related to it is really more my mom's story to tell, and I'm low on time to get into all the details of my day. There was one grave that was buried in bouquets of flowers, so we assume the funeral was today.
The concert was nice, though I spent the whole time focusing on not falling asleep. The place was packed and probably sold out. The music wasn't exactly my favorite--more the kind you play in the background at Christmas parties--but it sounded very good and was altogether an enoyable thing, I suppose.
We walked for a bit before finally finding a big post that said TAXI, and a taxi eventually came and took us home. Two minutes to midnight, so I'm signing off for tonight. I've probably missed something, but.
PoKEMON StATS
Same as yesterday, no time to copy and paste.
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