|approaching wet Warsaw|
It was exciting to arrive in Warsaw (in the pouring rain) after our long, long flight. Some of us managed to catch a few winks, others fidgeted the hours away in the upright seats and cramped rows. We were all seated next to each other, though, and for the first time the entire group was together. We bonded over our joint excitement, discomforts, and appreciation for the caring and attentive KLM flight attendants. How was the food? “bland” “amazing” “disgusting” and “we were starving, but it was pretty good anyway.”
Once we checked into Hotel Metropol, we began to experience the strange and exotic aspects of our trip. Who knew that the electrical power in the room would not work unless our room key card was inserted into a secret slot by the door?? How weird that in order to cross the busy intersection in front of our hotel, we need to go down into the subterranean underworld of streets, shops, and indecipherable Polish signs!
|a grim historical reminder|
We didn’t expect that alongside downtown sidewalks you can get history
lessons! At our street corner we found a monument commemorating the 102 Poles executed there by the Nazis. This was our first lesson about Polish victimization during World War II.
|at least it's a|
|choose your language|
|Megan, Avital, Donal, Jody, and Jimmy|
After the service, exhausted and hungry, we split up for our first late-night snack in Warsaw. We went back to the hotel for much-needed rest, so that we would have a fresh start the next day and begin our exploration.