We got up, packed up, said goodbye to our cool apartment and caught the tram to the Glowny mall/station.
As we walked through the mall to the station in search of breakfast, Barb mentioned that the malls in Poland are better than the malls in Italy — something I’d suspected from my limited experience and now have confirmed by another American (and who knows malls like Americans??) who’s lived in Italy 13 years..
We found a nice Polish pastry and some hot chocolate, had our last minutes of chatting, and then Barb went to catch her train to the airport. I had 2 hours to kill, so I went to the yarn shop.
I was happy I’d sprung for a first class seat and I spread out in the train on the way home. And then I disembarked in gray, raining Hooterville. Much richer in experience than when I’d left just days before.
We didn’t see everything we should have, but this gives me reason to come back to the coolest town in Poland.
As seen in the train station: I’m not sure if this is a Christmas gift or a purchase from the mall, but a home appliance brand called “OK” does not inspire great confidence in me