Poland? What's in Poland?

1/11/10
Krakow, Poland (pronounced Kra-koov)
When we were told we were going to Krakow, Poland, what did we think?
Becca: COLD. And POLAND? What’s in Poland? Silence… I read a depressing book about Poland once.
Casie: Krakow, never heard of it and COLD.
Kristin (our amazing other roommate): COLD.

Notice a pattern?

As we arrived to our hotel, we decided to take a rest and look at our trusty hotel map. There were lovely and helpful descriptions of places to eat, drink and go for nightlife fun. Apparently, the Polish are definitely about nightlife fun, or at least the men are.

Excerpt: Club Shadow.
“Club Shadow is a wet dream for foreign lads where they can be served by blonde bombshells…” It went on, but that was the best part.

We decided this had to be put on our “must-do” list, but unfortunately our time in Krakow was really limited, and this jewel of a place had to be left unexplored. Maybe next time, Club Shadow.

Juxtaposed with our incredibly reflective time at Auschwitz, the rest of our stay in Krakow was very fun and lighthearted. Once we got back from our day trip, Becca decided she needed to have her first ever professional massage experience. Our AWESOME hotel offered spa services, and Becca did not want to miss out on this delightfully relaxing opportunity. The masseuse, a dashing young Polish man named Simon, was quite wonderful. Becca returned to the group refreshed and ready to join in on the nighttime excursion out to the festival in the Market Place. There were vendors selling pottery, jewelry, toys, everything! Then we went to the best Polish restaurant EVER that was underground beneath the main square. We each had interesting native cuisine…Becca’s dish was called Pork Knuckle. Sounds disgusting, but was actually pretty good. Casie’s soup was in a cute little bread bowl with a top on it, with a sausage surprise when she took off the lid. We had a good time in Krakow. ☺