Day 12 - July 9, 2018; Bialystok, Family, and Butterflies

Bialystok was much better in the morning. Cooler, at least. We waited until nine o’clock, when the earliest cafe opened, at the rented apartment, then walked to the cafe for breakfast. I had porridge with nuts and berries. Well, I was supposed to have porridge with nuts and berries. They lied about the nuts. Soon enough, Grandpa and Grandma came to get us. The reason being was that they were staying at our relatives. We went over to a park with a castle inside. The castle was yellow and had a nice garden before it. After the castle, which had murals pained on the sides, we went to another park in search of a playground. Eventually, I found one and led us there using nothing but a satellite. Okay, okay, fine. It was three satellites. You know a GPS uses satellites to find your location? Oh, you do? Oh, I didn’t know we had so many smart people in the audience. After about a half hour, we decided to go get lunch with Dad.

We walked back to the cafe. On the way, I found a wounded butterfly on the sidewalk. One of its wings was almost fully pulled off. I picked it up and walked with it until I came to a memorial of a person who was born the same year as Grandpa. I put the butterfly on a wild dandelion. (More on that later). Then we continued to walk to Dad. Grandma went into a church, followed by Isabella and I. It was really beautiful inside, not unlike the churches in Vilnius. This church also had gifts and necklaces for God. 

After leaving the church, we continued to go to Dad’s cafe,  stopping only by one gallery, which wasn’t at all interesting in any way. Dad told us to go to the Georgian restaurant I told you about in the previous blog. The manager was a really nice Georgian man. He actually was our waiter for the day. He was very pleasant to talk to. Grandma ordered a Hachapuri for Isabella and me, while I called Dad to let him know that he could come work here instead of that cafe. When Dad came, he got himself a spinach Hachapuri, while Grandpa ate a liulia kebab, a cutlet on a stick. All of the food was great, more so when coupled with freshly made kampot. The spinach Hachapuri came with a green, sour sauce that was good for dipping the Hachapuri in. I wonder wether I can re-create that sauce and Hachapuri at home.

Then, finally, we paid and got in the car to go to Asa’s house. There, we saw my Great-Grandma Lily, Natashka, and her family. Our whole wacky parade then drove to a restaurant. We may, or may not have gotten lost on the way. Hey, don’t judge us! The restaurant was fantastically fancy. Of course, I didn’t get anything to eat, what with a full stomach and all that. After we ordered, we went for a walk around the garden we saw behind the restaurant. We tried to catch some butterflies, but they were too elusive for us. Finally, everyone got food and payed, and we were able to leave. Grandpa, Asa, Alec, and my great grandma drove to Asa’s house, while everyone else went back to the city.

We got ice cream for half the group, excluding Dad, Grandma, and I. After that, we walked to the place where I left my butterfly. All that was left of her (or him), was a wing. My poor, poor little friend. Then, we went back to our car. As we were walking, a guy with a tan bulldog came along. And guess what! The bulldog had a black puppy. It jumped on my shoes and licked and playfully bit everyone. Aww! Then we went back to Asa’s house and picked up Grandpa. And that’s how this day went down in history, July 9, 2018.

Day 11 - July 8, 2018; Hello Bialystok!

Today we had a packed day. First, we woke up and ate breakfast. So interesting, right? Actually, I had quail eggs, which are like a fourth of a small chicken egg. Grandpa and Dad got into a really bad argument. Finally, Dad started to urge us to pack, since we were to go to Bialystok in the afternoon. He specifically told us to be home by noon if we went somewhere. And we did. 

Grandpa called an uber for Grandma, Isabella and I so we could get to the Copernicus Center on the other side of town. If you don’t know what it is, here’s a brief 5 letter definition from my point of view: It’s their Liberty Science Center. We had a really talkative uber driver, so we spent the next ten minutes listening to Grandma chat away in Polish. Sadly, when we got to the Copernicus Center, all the tickets were bought out. And it was only 9:45! Fortunately, one of the ticket booth personnel said that there was a free Copernicus Planetarium on the other side of the building. We rushed over there, but finding out that it was closed until ten decided to walk near the nearby river until 15 minutes was up.

When we got back to the Planetarium, a crowd was already beginning to gather. Finally, the doors were opened and we were able to squeeze through the door. We got to the front of the line, got our free tickets and went exploring. My favorite parts were about satellites, how to build a satellite transmitter, and this fun game were you had to move a board to a certain angle and push a ball with a certain speed so that it hit another ball instead of going to the bottom of the board. I explained it pretty badly, so think about it this way. You know the coin dropping thingie in the Liberty Science Center, where you put a coin at the top, push it, and watch it complete loops around  the center until it falls in. Isabella and I kind of maybe argued about that game, because I got the perfect angle, and she pushed it with just enough speed, but then didn’t give me any credit. Anyway, moving on. After the planetarium, we walked near the river again. Eventually, we came to a few trampolines, and a water fish playground. A playground with fountains and huge fish statues in it. Isabella got her dress completely soaked (of course), and I tried sunbathing on one of the fish but then found a bug crawling near me, so I jumped down. 

Afterwards, we got back home for our trip, but Dad said we still had time if we wanted to be in Bialystok by six, so we went for a walk, had ice cream, phoned Mom, and even walked around the whole old part of town. You know, I keep saying this, but it is really beautiful. We came back home and immediately left for Bialystok. The two hour trip was worth it. We got to the parking of our rented apartment, meeting the owner of the apartment before getting inside and touring it. There was one big bedroom, a living room, a kitchen, and a small guest room with a pullout sofa. The most annoying part, though, was the bathroom. The toilet was in one room, while the sink, washing machine, and shower was in another. I guess that’s an ok idea if you think about it, but when you finish using the bathroom, you need to wash the hands and also open the other bathroom door. Ew. 

After we toured the apartment, we went one block to the old square. It was waaaaaaaaaay livelier than Warsaw. More locals coming out on the streets and having fun. After touring the perimeter of the square, plus finding many ice cream parlors, but not one coffee shop for Dad to work in, we decided to do a search by car. We got in, and found one small shop before going to our relatives house. By the way, they are Grandma’s third cousins or something. Anyway, their house was so nice. They had a garden planted in the most spectacular was, making the neighbors seem almost invisible. In addition, they had two apple trees; one was not yet ready, while the other, beli naliv, was very good. We had dinner at their house, then tea with apple meringue pie, made from apples from their very own tree. 

Dad, Isabella and I left for the city again. We called an uber, since Grandpa and Grandma needed a way to get to the city in the morning. When we got to the city, we found two coffee shops, saw their cathedral and went to their park. It was all really nice, quaint and pretty. While were looking for a place for Dad to work, a Georgian restaurant manager called us over and asked what we were looking for. After listening to Dad’s speech about work, and a power supply, he said, “Well, we have five power supplies. How about you come here for work?” Dad agreed, also promising to get a Hachapuri for lunch. Eventually, Isabella started to yawn, so we had to get home. We stopped by a park so Dad could make a business call. And that’s how this day went down in history, July 8, 2018.

Day 10 - July 7, 2018; Rogaliks, Ricking and Rocking

Once upon a time, in the great city of Poznan, a baker made the first St. Martins Croissant, called a rogalik. Once upon a time, Grandma, Grandpa, Dad, Isabella, and I drove to that same city. It was a two and a half hour drive, during which we wrote our blogs and diaries, gazed at the countryside streaming by us, read, and played on the iPad. Getting to the city was no big deal, but the city itself was amazing. 

The old part of the city had a main square lined with small, two story medieval-looking buildings, though later, we realized that they were but a copy of the old buildings, since most of the square had been lost to bombing in the Second World War. 

Anyway, there was a street for pedestrians leading from our car to the square, so we decided to take that street to get there. On the way, we stopped by a storefront showing elegant rogaliks row after row. Dad got one to split among the five of us, but sadly, they did not meet our expectations, due to the fact that they were under baked. Then, we stopped for coffee and some real pastries in a cute store. I had what they called a Duck’s Foot. It is a pasty that is shaped in, well, a duck’s foot. It had sweet coconut and raisins inside. So good! Isabella got a cheese baguette. Unfortunately,it was covered in mushrooms, but she ate it! Dad had coffee and a cheese pastry, while Grandma and Grandpa shared a syrnik. But not the one Mom likes to make. Their syrnik was like a cheese cake made with cottage cheese. Then, Isabella sprayed soap on the back of my shirt, and I got very upset at her. 


Moving on, we finally got to the main square. There, every day at 12 o’clock, two 500 year old goats come out of some small wooden doors on top of the main church, and start butting their heads. And no, they are not real goats. After the goats retreated back into the building, the stampede of people trying to leave was incredible. Almost like school on a last day, except with more people, and a bigger space. We tried to get to a rogaliks-making class, but it started at 1:45, and you could only get tickets fifteen minutes before. 

Then, we went to the museum made out of their oldest castle. They let us climb to the top of the tallest tower and see the city from above. On Grandma’s words, “You can never see the beauty of a city unless you look from above.” Then we went down again, and posed trying to get a devil from leaving the room. We ran through the exhibits, as it was almost time to go, and walked down to the St. Martin Croissant class. Grandma had to come with us too, because children aren’t allowed to do anything alone. Ugh. You have to go to a museum with a parent, a class with a parent. It’s very annoying. 

Anyway, we got into the class, where a chef was ready to outfit us in bakers clothes. It was a very fun 50 minutes. We made fake croissants,because usually one batch takes a day to make. We used pizza dough instead of yeast or pastry dough. And we didn’t wash our hands. The chef only let us have three seconds of water, as it is the Poznan way to save everything, and to spend less money. I loved the part when he was describing the ingredients that went into the icing. “Powdered sugar, water and calories”. We also got a history lesson about Poznan. The room was 500 years old, with a ceiling that was decorated in a really beautiful manner. The colors were very vibrant. The chef said that this happened because there was wood hammered into the ceiling, so not light could dull the colors. 

After the class, we got Dad a rogalik, and got in the car to drive to the oldest church in Poland. We sorta got lost on the way, but that was good because there was a wedding in the church, so we got to see the bride. The church itself was very tall and even had a relic of a 300, or so, year old sword, given to a prince by the pope himself. After we visited the church, we drove to a park, where Isabella and I played on the playground and watched mountain skate boarders practice. 

After the park, we went to a Polish restaurant. I ordered bread with goose fat and pickles for the table. I got a sour soup as my main dish. The üher, the sour soup, it actually very good. It is served in every Polish restaurant in Poland. After dinner, we got into the car and drove home. A great ending to a great day. And that’s how this day went down in history, July 7, 2018.

Day 9 - July 6, 2018; Candy Galore

Have you ever wondered what happened to all the buildings that were destroyed in the war? Some of them were restored, others were left in ruin as memorials. 

Well, today, we visited the Castle of Warsaw, which was occupied by Nazis and then destroyed. Now, after several long years of rebuilding, repainting, and redecorating, the Castle looks as good as new. That is where we started our day today. The Castle was filled with riches to the brim, if you know what I mean. When the workers redecorated the Castle, I think they went overboard. Paintings and gold everywhere, probably not even in the same places it was before. What I loves most about the quaint red castle was the bookshelf in the King’s Study. 

There were three shelves. The first one was devoted to any extra books he had, the second one was filled with books about, The Dangers of Conference, The Dangers of Poison, so basically the Dangers of everything. The last shelf was reserved for the Bible only, because the polish people are very religious. What also piked my interest was the King’s Wardrobe. There, he would sit for up to two hours while he got dressed by only the finest of clothes, imported from France. Lastly, what was the most interesting was the King’s Bedroom. His bed was like a sofa, so tiny. He would sleep half-sitting, laying. I really don’t think that would have been that comfortable. I mean, he could have slept in another one of his 32 rooms. Did you know that it was very elegant for the walls of the castle to be lined in velvet? It was also very good in keeping out the cold during winter. 

After the Castle, Grandma and Isabella and I tried to go to the main bazaar on Aleja Jana Pawla to get fruits but were stopped because of road work. Instead, we got lunch, consisting of a cheese pizza (Isabella), cheese pastry (Grandma), and kebab (me). Later, when we got to the bazaar, using Waze and my navigation skills, (those were a long 30 minutes), we got small eggs the size of three-quarters of my thumb, raspberries, beans, white cherries, and wanted to get mushrooms. Sadly, the mushrooms were over the top expensive. 65 zlotys per kilo! That’s almost $16 per kilogram. Finally, we walked home and Grandma vowed never to walk of the big streets ever again; they are too dusty and hot for her. We got home, waited for Dad to come, and then set off to Isabella’s candy shop. I wrote about it in the previous blog. 

We took a short route to the old city, then walked through it instead of being on the big, dusty roads. Isabella then got made because Dad told her where we had eaten dessert without her. It was her fault. She didn’t want to come with us before. I marveled at some rainbow umbrellas hanging off a roof, whereas Isabella searched for her perfect desert. And she found it, it a cheesecake shop. Isabella got a small mint cheesecake with chocolate inside. Then, we walked over to the candy shop, where we watched in awe as three muscular girl made the lollipops. First, they made a huge design and covered it in white batter. Then, they covered it in a red and white border. They made small lollipops and handed them out to the kids in the audience. We got other lollipops for our friends, and I’m not saying who! When it was over, we walked around a new street, looking for a good dinner place. Dad asked Grandma if she wanted a beer, so we stopped by a good pizza place, “Flour and Water”. Dad got us a pizza for the table, and you won’t believe this. Isabella ate the mushrooms!

After we paid and started on the way home, Dad pointed out some drunk alcoholics and also some spots of red that were there the day before. When we came home, I drank all my milk, went to bed, but then woke up to talk to Sasha on Skype. And that’s how this day went down in history, July 6, 2018.

Day 8 - July 5, 2018; Zoo, Ogród zoologiczny, Зоопарк

Today it was so hot! So hot, that we barely got to doing anything at all. First, Grandpa called an uber to take us all, except for Dad, to the zoo. There, we got tickets and promptly went inside. It was very hot, and humid, too. I was annoyed at the amount of annoying school kids there. They were all yelling and getting in the way. My favorite animals were zebras, and four elephants, and some donkeys, and hunting birds. The donkeys were really cute because it was too hot for them, so they were rolling on the ground and scratching their backs, sending up puffs of dust. Actually, fun fact; during the war, the zoo was still running, mostly due to the fact that the ruling Nazis left it open in exchange for the pigs they grew to feed the army. Also, during the war, due to the shortage of food, city dwellers ate the animals in the zoo. 

After a while, we got so hot walking in the zoo, Grandma offered to get everyone a scoop of ice cream. I got mango sorbet, while Isabella got chocolate ice cream. She regretted it immediately. See, she always gets chocolate or Oreo ice cream because she thinks it looks cool, but she doesn’t really like it that much. Later, Grandpa called an uber again to take us home. We were two and a half kilometers away from home. We ate lunch and stayed home, waiting for the heat to cool down.

After it got cooler, we decided to go to a sculpture park Grandma found on the internet. Again, we called an Uber to bring us there. Grandma did not know where to go, so I had to turn on my navigation to get to the park. It was OK. 

The main feature of the park was a big loop around a grassy area, coupled with statues every fifteen feet, and a massive, Greek style two story exhibit museum.  The statues ranged from profiles of famous writers and philosophers to  modern works of art. After we finished touring the sculptures, we tried to get to another side of the park by going down some steps. Unfortunately, they led nowhere, so we had to take the long way to the other side of the park. There, we played on a playground and got an uber to take us to Dad. 

We ate dinner in a Georgian cuisine. It was so good! I had spicy lamb soup, Isabella had meatballs, Grandma had an egg hachapuri, Grandpa had spicy meat, and Dad had amazing walnut flavored sauce covered meat. 

After dinner, Dad, Isabella, and I walked to the old city. We went into a rainbow  🍭 candy shop. Flavors of every kind! You name it; they had coke, papaya, cappuccino, caramel, and even chestnut. Then we walked home. On the way, Grandpa called me because he couldn’t open the front door. It malfunctions. And that’s how this day went down in history; July 5, 2018.

Day 7 - July 4, 2018; Who Knew Salt Was Good for You? (Everybody)

Whew, what a day! Today we went to the Krakow Salt Mines. By we, I mean Grandma, Isabella and I. First, we ate breakfast at our hotel (Thanks Mom!), after which we called an uber to take us to the mines. The uber could not get into the space where we had parked, some sort of laws where preventing it. That meant had to walk to the closest area where the uber could park. Nothing like a morning stroll through a park with smokers everywhere. 

When we finally got to the mines, we decided to get our tickets. Initially, we had gotten them online, but we needed some sort of handheld ticket to get in. Grandpa walked us over to the “Online Registration” ticket booth, but the lady inside said something about not being able to do it, other booth, wrong company, blah blah blah. We went to find the correct booth, which was, as the lady said, near the train station. Here’s the thing, WE DIDN’T KNOW WHERE THE STATION WAS!!! The person in the booth just said, near the train station.

We had to stop for directions three times. During that fifteen minute period, Grandpa probably smoked I don’t know, like four cigarettes. He was soooooooooo stressed. When we finally went to the booth, it was closed. Finally, after a five minute wait, we went in and got some sticker to stick to our clothing so our guide knew who we were. Then we waited, and waited and waited. Eventually, our guide came and led us into the mine. We walked down stairs for what felt like eternity, but finally we reached the bottom. Our guide began telling us that we had to buy a sticker to allow us to take photographs. Ha! Who in their right mind would by a meaningless stamp for 10 zlotys? No really, please tell me. I took photos without the sticker and didn’t get in trouble. 

Every statue in the cave was made of salt. And no, it wasn’t the pretty white sparkling stuff e use in cooking snd baking, no. The whole salt mine was green-gray, but it was edible. The guide let us try some. It was salty. So yeah. We walked around for two hours, listening to the guide explain all the myths and stories of the mine. When we left the mine, we were so tired, and hungry. I gobbled down my tomato soup Grandpa got me in a manner of second. It would have been less, but the soup was very hot.

Then, we walked over to the train station, but the train was delayed by a few hours, so Grandpa had to call an uber again. We got back to the city, changed into better, more suitable for the hot summer, weather clothes, and went exploring. First, we stopped by Dad, who was working at a nearby Starbucks. Then, we went to a galleria, where we got Grandma a very fat horse for her collection. Afterwards, we ate at a very crummy Polish restaurant with Dad and drove back to Warsaw. And that’s how this day went down in history, July 4, 2018.

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.

Day 5 - July 2, 2018; Sorry This Is Late!

First, a message: Hi, so I’ve seen that not many people have been writing comments. Please feel free to ask questions which I will try to answer in my next blogs. 

Anyway, enough with all the formalities. I am here to tell you about our day today. First, when we woke up, we had breakfast, yada, yada, but we did not leave the house until 11:02. The reason being was that grandma had slept for a long time, almost till 10. She later reported that she had not been sleeping well that night and had taken a sleeping pill. Also Dad had called and asked us to bring him some stuff. So, at 11:02, the brave travelers set off to Dad’s place at Starbucks. When we came there, I found 0.05 zloty. That’s about one cent. Then we went to a bazaar. We bought beli naliv, a type of really good apples, raspberries and wild strawberries, even though they aren’t in season.

Then, we went to to main square, where we were supposed to meet Dad at a Hertz place so grandpa could drive the car we got in Berlin. But we got lost. Surprise, surprise. Grandpa was getting really mad and stressed. Finally, we found the place. Whew. After that we went to an oriental fast food for lunch with Dad. Then, we went to some galleries, and finally, oh finally, we went to the store Isabella wanted. See, we had gotten Anya a gift. Please don’t tell! But now Isabella wanted the same thing. So they could match. Then we walked around the old city, but had to call a taxi soon, since grandpa’s knee started to hurt more. 

After we came home, Isabella immediately grabbed the iPad. I wrestled it from her, saying that I had to research high schools and stuff like that blah blah blah blah blaaaaaaaaaah. Then, I had to do the dishes because she had to write her diary. I had important stuff to do too. Later Dad came home. 

He and I went to the old city, got a pastry each. I had something with pistachios and strawberries. Dad had cheese filled with mango. Then we walked home through a park, stopped by a playground, and went home. All while Isabella watched movies.

And that’s how this day went down in history, July 2, 2018.

Day 4 - July 1, 2018; Guess I know what We’ll be Eating for the Next Few Day

Finally, the first day of July! This means only three more days to July 4th. Today, we had a really fun day in a new place called Torún. They are known for their gingerbread. No joke, it is AMAZING! In the morning, I woke up at six, so I could write yesterday’s blog. Unfortunately, I didn’t get far because we had breakfast: cottage cheese with strawberry jam, and milk to down it all. (See, I’m keeping up with my calcium, Mom). After breakfast, we got in the car for a two hour journey to Torún. During the car ride, I was writing my blog, and Isabella played games on the iPad and read and slept. 

When we finally reached Torún, I immediately loved it. Torún is so lovely, quaint and old with small, medieval style two story building and cobble-stone streets. We walked down main street enjoying the view and looking at their unique gingerbread molds spread around the city. Finally, we got to the main square. There, right in the middle of the square, was a gingerbread shop. 

We went in. Of course we did. Grandma got us two gingerbreads each. Isabella got two rectangular looking ones covered in chocolate. I, on the other hand, got two lovely wild strawberry filled ones. Hopefully, they were good. After that, we walked into a beautiful chapel. And you would never guess that the priest was a woman! Hehehe, women’s rights! 

After that, we walked around for a few minutes, just marveling at the emptiness of the city. There were also statuettes set up on every fifth house. There were usually four, so Isabella and I played a game that match what the statuettes were doing with our personalities and our cousins’, Sasha and Victoria’s personalities. 

Eventually, Dad decided to go to the Live Museum of Gingerbread. We waited in that line for 15 minutes. 15! But when we got there, there was only one spot left. 😞 I was disheartened. 

We went to the old, ruined castle after that, stopping by a playground and then after we saw that to get to the castle ruins you had to pay, we stopped by another playground. Afterwards, Grandma, Isabella and I went to another Museum of Gingerbread. It was very informative, especially when touched a gingerbread and the security guard lady screamed at me. There wasn’t a sign or anything!!! 

When we finished the exhibit, we decided to go to their most famous restaurant in the city. We were very greedy and got seventeen huge pierogies. We ate nine. I guess I know what we’ll be eating for the next two days. Then, we walked around for a few minutes and went home. On the way, we stopped by a rest area. There was a truck in a ditch. It must have been a bad turn. And that’s how this day went down in history; July 1, 2018.

Day 3 - June 30, 2018; Grandma and Grandpa Ho!

Today we had a really, really, really, really, really, extremely fun day. It started out with us being very healthy because we walked for 40 minutes to get our breakfast in the awesome Bulke przez Bibulke (🌕🌕🌕🌕🌗). The moons are stars. Unfortunately, there was a line spanning half a  block to get to the store. 


Having no further options, we decided to eat at a Galirea Wipikof, also known as a Gallery Bakery. As many of my family members know, the doctor said I had to eat more calcium because I was’t growing enough. Therefore, I have to eat four serving of calcium daily. Phew, that was a mouthful. I, being the docile girl that I am (Just kidding 🙂) ordered ........ drumroll please........ a glass of milk and a pastry filled with cottage cheese. Isabella got orange juice and a sausage in a croissant, while Dad ate a cheese and bacon covered bread. 

After a long breakfast we definitely deserved, 😉 😉, we went to explore a completely new part of the city. First, we went to their Palace of Culture and Knowledge. We paid $13 to go up to the top, not knowing that there was a marathon up there. It was very crowded up at the top of the Palace. Also, if you do not know anything about the Palace, it was built during Soviet rule of Poland, and it was built in all the major cities under Soviet rule. Anyway, after the boring and crowded time at the top of the Palace, we decided to got with what Isabella wanted to do. There was a tarantula/poisonous spider/ scorpion exhibit in the Palace, so we decided to go there. Turns out, there is a scorpion that glows a bright turquoise color in black light. 

After the exhibit, we went to a store near the Palace of Culture and Knowledge. It had some nice middle eastern souvenirs; Dad got us some really cute owl keychains. Afterwards, we stopped by another store and got Mom a pretty present. Soon, it started to rain so we had to run into a cafe. There, I wrote my blog from yesterday, and Isabella read SEVEN PAGES in her book! Then, we went to the old city, got me a Polish sim card and went to a store Dad found in the other side of town. 


On the way, we stopped for lunch at “The Red Pig”

It was amazing. I had a proper Kiev’s Culet, a hollowed out breaded cutlet filled with cheese, minced mushrooms, garlic, and some sort of butter. Isabella, of course, ate spaghetti bolognese, and Dad had spicy Lamb burger with plum sauce. When were leaving, I asked for a balloon from our server and the man gave me it. After lunch, we walked to the store, but it was closed. 

Finally it was time to pick up grandma and grandpa from the airport and we went and picked them up. We are all so excited to see them again. Unfortunately, grandpa, when asked to go walking with us, declined the offer. When we got to the old city, Dad got us ice-cream, but not Soprano ice cream, because it was closed. It was okay, but definitely not as good as Soprano. Then, we went down the street, and there it was! 

The thing that was on my bucket list for so long now. I walked over to the guy who had tamed white pigeons and he put them on my shoulders. All 6 of them! 

Finally, we called a taxi to take us home because grandma was so tired. And that’s how this day went down in history, June 30, 2018.