Abandoned

I had a lurvely weekend, as we had a friend over from Bruxelles. We ate and chatted and ate and drank and chatted and saw some more of Warsaw (it's her second time, seasoned traveller that she is) and then drank vodka.

The most memorable moments were being adopted by a friendly guide with infectious enthusiasm about history in the uprising museum; standing huddled under an umbrella in the park, eating doughnuts and waiting for the downpour to ease; being ushered in to eat soup with Marek's family and their Ukrainian worker; waiting almost an hour for Napoleon's army to do something in Pułtusk before giving up; accurately guessing most of the eurovision points as they were being handed out, and planning fabulous outings every evening, only to sit with a good meal and plenty of vodka chatting until the early hours.

Ah, tis good to have weekends like that. Sunday night was a bit of a bummer though. Friend? Gone home. Resident Pole? Off to Zakopane for four days of training with his sister. Becca? All on her lonesome with no excuse not to tackle that enormous pile of work that has been building up. Sigh.