...or maybe the vodka.

'So you really like Poland?' Marek's mum searches my face for clues. I nod in what I hope is a reassuring way, 'yes, I like Poland' I confirm.

She puts down the tea towel and faces me, an expectant smile on her face, 'what do you like best?'

'Oh, you know,' I scour the room for clues, finally offering a feeble 'everything.'

'The food' M's sister offers, I smile, 'the language' M's mum adds with an amused snort, 'me!' M's dad suggests.

Most definitely the people.