OMG, I’ve died and gone to heaven!

I step off the train into a bright, modern station that feels to me like Oz (OZ like Dorothy and Toto, not Oz like Mel Gibson). I follow the signs directing to City Center and make my way towards my AirBNB. The vibe continues out on the streets.

I get a little lost and stop a nice hipster-looking couple to ask for directions. Their English is perfect and they set me straight.

My AirBNB is in a seemingly new mid-rise, with digital security at the street. Once in the apartment proper I see that a large unit has been divided into four smaller units within. (Nice investment!)

Mine is D, at the top of a steep narrow stairwell. Luckily my small rollie is underweight this time and I experience only a twinge of Steep Stair PTSD, which disappears immediately when I unlock my apartment door.

OMG! OMG!!!! I've died and gone to heaven in Poland!

A fabulous comfy bed with high thread count!! A bright white bathroom with glass shower enclosure! A TV!!! A TV!!!!!!!!! Where there are people speaking ENGLISH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And a roof top patio.

I find that I have an appetite, for the first time in days, so I go downstairs in my building to the only place I've seen open (remember, it's All Saints) -- Dominoes Pizza. And, all the hunky blue-eyed boys working there speak English!

Pinch me!