Day 6 - July 3, 2018; New Places, New Faces

The day before the Fourth of July, we had to take a long ride, of three hours, to Krakow. Krakow is a very beautiful, old city. While we were on the way there, I wrote my blog from the day before. When we finally got to the city, we got the whole shabam. First, there wasn’t an open parking spot anywhere. Then, finally having found parking, we went to see our apartment, but the people there said that we didn’t have one. That wasn’t a very good start to the day. Luckily, it got better....

After the whole mishap, Dad called Mom and Mom found somewhere for us to sleep for a night. Grandpa and Grandma and Isabella and I went to the main city square. Uh. Wee wee, magnifique! Oops. Wrong country. There was a beautiful chapel. Like something from a different time preserved eternally. Oooh. That sounded niiice. Though very cliche. Anyway, we walked down a random street and I got, with my own money, their famous baranki. After that, we had lunch. Soup, as always, after which we went to our new hotel Mom found for us. We stayed there for about half an hour - Grandpa had sore joints. 

Then, we went down a cutesy pedestrian street, looking at galleries and shops every fifteen seconds. When we finished the street, we stopped by their medieval castle. Poland’s capital used to be Krakow. 

Now, it is Warsaw. Grandma was the only one who wanted to go with us, so we climbed up to the top of a tower and then looked for Grandpa, whom we could not find. 

Then, Grandma wanted to drink some coffee, while Grandpa, Isabella and I went down to the Dragon’s Den. Oooooh! Aaaah! Grandpa complained. A lot. He has sore joints, yada, yada. After the castle, we decided to go to the Jewish Center, a part of the town where Jews used to live, but were sent to concentration camps by the ruling Nazis. There was also an old factory. Schindler’s here he saved many, many Jews during the Holocaust. Later, we decided to look for dinner. 

Grandpa and Grandma had been in that part of the city before, so they decided to look for the place where they had eaten. Sadly, there was no more room left for us, so we had to eat at a really good restaurant called “Barfly”. After a while, Dad joined us, since he had been working all day long. Later, we split up again so we could get ice cream. 

I had chocolate rocky road cake, while Isabella had Oreo and mint ice cream. Later that night, Grandpa and Grandma picked us up and we went to our hotel. Dad left us to go explore, but then came back in a few hours. And that’s how this day went down in history, July 3, 2018.