Today we had a misfortune in Gdańsk, hence the name of the blog. The day started out fine; we woke up, Isabella and I had our morning routine argument, and we went to the city. Then Mom called and said that she was waiting for another flight because her first plane to Copenhagen was late, so she missed her second plane. She also informed us that she was extremely upset. So were we. We got pastries for breakfast and sat down for a cup of coffee for the adults and some juice for me. Soon, we took Dad to a Costa Coffee and left him there for work.
We went down a random street, going into a wonderful gallery, filled to the brim with lively statuettes, glass figures, and amazing statues that my parents, Mom and Dad, like. Grandma was, how should I say it? hesitant, to part with the gallery, but we insisted to go to another place instead. We went around the corner and came to a bazaar. It was oddly similar to the bazaar in Vilnius, Lithuania, with a big building that situated cheeses, sausages, meats, clothing and candy, and small hut-like tents that had fruits and vegetables, coupled with unfriendly faces of the grannies who sold the produce.
There was nothing we wanted to get there, so we passed on to a playground. There were swings, a slide, a rock wall, a wall where you had to climb up using a rope, and some strange pieces of wood sticking out of the ground. The wood had steps attached to it, so I figured out that it was for climbing. We stayed there for a good few minutes until Grandma decided she wanted some of the stuff in the gallery. We went there again, getting about ten pounds of ceramics and glass. I joked that they had gotten half the stuff in the gallery, but it actually did see that way when Grandpa lifted the bag, grunting. We dropped the fragile mass off at Dad’s place in Costa Coffee, so that we could walk without the burden.
We then completely switched direction and went to see a different part of the city. We saw a copper horse on the roof and a really big house, seeming like a castle. We went to another set of playgrounds. Then, Grandpa decided to go to the Marines Museum. I found a route on my phone, and we set off to the Museum. The reason that Gdańsk has a Marine Museum, is that they are situated near the Baltic Sea. There is even a river that cuts through the whole city.
On the way, we got hungry, so we stopped by a restaurant for lunch. The food was ok. I mean, I’ve tasted better soup, but I’ve also tasted worse. Just then, Dad called Grandpa with news about our new apartment. He told us to meet the person with our keys. I led us to the assigned place, but there was no one there. Seeing a small cafe on the other side of the street, the cafe was almost seemingly invisible from the street, we went there to wait out twenty minutes for the key-person. We met a young woman with sizzling red hair. Grandpa almost mistook her for one of our relatives, but she was actually the girlfriend of the manager. She came up to us and asked us a weird question: if you were on an inhabitable island, and you could pick any three desserts to take with you, what would you take. Isabella was very scared, cowering behind Grandpa’s back. On the other hand, I answered her, "Poppy babka, and that’s it." Thinking on it more, I probably should have also said, chocolate potatoes and coconut macaroons. Anyway, Grandma got a small, two inch, spherical cake for us to share. We found out that the woman was from a very musical family. She had lived in Poland for three year, so her Russian was a bit accented, but she could speak two languages and was a jazz singer.
After twenty minutes passed, we parted with the small, but lively bakery, and walked back to the apartment. We met the owner of the apartment. She was a plump lady with a Polish accent. She led us to a beautify square in the middle of some buildings. Isabella immediately loved that apartment, calling it Angel Lane. I don’t know what she thought. The apartment was indeed really, you know, amazing. Sporting a spacious bathroom, facing the door, and a small kitchen inside of the living room, plus a not very private bedroom. Actually, it was kind of cramped there. At least the view was of a private courtyard with a statue of Neptune, the protector of their city.
After the first apartment, the owner increased her pace, walking down two blocks before reaching a small, overgrown courtyard. It looked a bit like my great-Grandma’s house, but it was falling apart more. Isabella immediately frowned and said, "I want to live in the other one." She didn’t even look in the second one! We climbed up two sets of stairs. The owner opened the door to the apartment, which by the way, was as good as any a hotel. After viewing both of our choices, we went to get Dad. We showed him the apartments , then, picking up our speed, we speed-walked all the way to where we had left our car the night before. We hopped in and drove to Grandpa, where we deposited his Kindle so he could read. Finally, we rushed off to meet Mom at the airport. It was about a twenty minute drive to the airport, so Isabella and I kind of, maybe, doze off. When I woke up, we were already at the airport. We grabbed our "Welcome Mama! 🙂" signs and waited, and waited, and waited. Finally, Mom came out. We were so excited to see her. There were many hugs and kisses exchanged. Since there was a car accident on the busiest road, the drive to the city was a long one.
We dropped off our car and our bags in our smaller apartment. (Thank you Isabella! 😕) we walked along the same streets that we had walked with Grandpa and Grandma. But somehow, it was better with Mom. We went to a gallery were we got three ceramic souvenirs, a flying man, a horse, and something else. Grandma found a Lithuanian restaurant, so we came to join them for dinner. Mom and I shared five kibinis. Most of them, though not traditional, did taste delicious. I loved the corn/mushroom/cheese mix, and the cottage cheese one. On the other hand, Mom liked the weird Mexican themed one. We split up with my grandparents again, walking around the city, near the river, and ate Soprano ice cream at the first ever Soprano ice cream. Finally, tired from the day’s adventures, we went to our rented apartment. And that’s how this day went down in history, July 13, 2018.