There was a guy playing guitar on the street in Gdansk. Instead of having a sign about some deadly disease or impoverishment he was dealing with, the sign simply said, "I'm perfectly healthy; the money's for beer." We gave him a few zloty and my mom had me take a picture of her with him. As we were walking away, he said in English, "At least it's true." :'D
So, anyway.
Today was my last day in Poland. Tomorrow we're driving to the airport early and flying back to Germany. It was a lovely last day, though.
We woke up to a thick, dripping fog. My mom and I went to the bakery two hours after they opened (t'was 8am) so my mom could get this one pastry I can't spell that she hadn't had since she'd gotten here. We ended up buying a hefty load of pastries, a load we probably won't finish, as it's mostly still there. Guess what's for breakfast? 8D
The fog burned off quickly, leaving a cloudless blue sky. We headed off to the beach at a time that was probably around 9:30am, and we stayed there until a little before two. I'm fairly certain I have some sunburn, but I don't mind, and if I complain my sister will tell me I should've worn sunscreen. My mom didn't wear any, either. Anyway, once we got to our spot I started building a sand castle that ended up being pretty boss. Then I went in the water. However, I got scared out by all the jellyfish I kept nearly walking into.
I was beginning to get bored of lying around and reading when the waves began to pick up. The sea had been at a near standstill all day, so I leapt at the chance to stand in the waves and soak my burning skin. But alas, this was my sandcastle before the waves:
Anyway, my sister and I went to the pier so she could check something and I could look up the weight limit on suitcases for our flight. Then we walked back to our mom, and the three of us went to what is apparently called a "milk bar." It's basically like a cafeteria. Only not a crappy grade school cafeteria. Like a college cafeteria. Once we ate we went to the candy store, where my mom and I loaded up on Polish sweets (I spent nearly all my money--40.42 zloty--there).
The guy working there was super nice. We told him that he was basically the nicest guy we'd met, and he said that he just worked at that kind of store. I, of course, couldn't understand a word he was saying, but he seemed like a seriously awesome guy.
We dashed home, changed, hopped on a bus, then a train, and we were at my sister's godmother's mother's apartment (she's another great-aunt of mine, as it turns out). She lives on the top floor of a fancy building in a gated community. And she doesn't even rent it--she owns it. She remodeled the crap out of the place, apparently, and it's full of expensive-looking furniture. And it has two balconies.
With her, we ambled a bit around Sopot. We walked down the big pier and ate a small dinner down there. My sister has been trying to get a Zywiec* (a Polish beer) glass, and when we asked about it there the waitress said we could discuss it later, and she brought it out after our dishes. So that was nice. ^-^
...And then we came home.
Oh, I wanted to say that now that I know that my mother's aunt lives in a fancy apartment and drives an Audi, I want to say that she's just how I imagined Remington Battle. Only much nicer.
The three of us dropped by the house of our other grandparents so my mom and I could say goodbye, and then we all came home and I went through the list of things I brought so I didn't leave anything behind and packed my suitcase to bursting point with all the things I bought.
I'll see you in Germany, dearies~
PoKEMON StATS
Abuhbuhbuh.
*I should mention that most of the Polish words I've used here (Zywiec, zloty, nalisnicowo, etc) have accents on them and thus are spelled incorrectly on here.
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