School’s out
School’s over. Martha and I have gone from students to travellers again. We both passed the course and are fully qualified to unleash linguistic havoc in un-English places around the world. With the passing of the course, also came the passing of our cool apartment. Yesterday, we trudged quite a few blocks with our backpacks once again. This time, though, we also had two huge plastic bags each. It’s amazing: you’re sedentary for a month and you accumulate so much shit. We’re going to have to ditch it before we leave. Mom and Dad, expect a big package in the mail in a few weeks. The new digs are pretty frickin’ humble compared to our last place. It’s a two room flat that Martha and I are sharing with Toby, one of our classmates. We’re in it for the street-cred. It doesn’t have a fridge so our perishables are down the hall in our landlady’s icebox. Yes, not the convenience we’re used to, but the landlady and her wrinkly old mom are very nice. I figure I just need to stumble through a few more Polish phrases and they’ll be inviting us over for pierogi.
So now we’re doing some post-course chilling in Krakow. Takin’ ‘er easy for a few days. We’re thinking of heading south to the mountains (Yes, Poland does have mountains and some dirt cheap ski hills to boot).
We’ll see.