Friday Night: Making Plum-filled dumplings. Kacio helped.
|Fine form, boy.|
|Tasted great. More dumpling than you are supposed to have but *somebody* was too lazy to go get more plums and so, not wanting to waste dough...|
|Nothin' like starting Saturday morning with a fresh hen from an Uncle's farm. Into the pot for Chicken broth. Simmer all day.|
|Parking at the Galeria. Martin moving the car to a more "open" spot to avoid theft. Paranoid much?|
|Top floor...huge mall. Huge.|
|Right out those windows is our destination...|
|...that's right, the Creamy Wagon. The picture on the side is exactly what you get.|
|Martin and I got one to split. The children had licks.|
|A couple Obwarzanek for the road...|
|...the road. Florianska street. Little Lina and a helpful Felix.|
|Barbakan! The last remaining gate to the entrance to the city. Martin teaching some history.|
A sideways video of the children attacking the city gate. Very convincing. NOT!
|Sharing the legend of the Mariacki Cathedral.|
|Two brother were building the Cathedral. One brother, the younger, began to build his tower faster. The older brother, in jealousy, killed his younger brother and was sentenced to life in prison. The knife that did it hangs in the Sukienice...|
|...the knife that did it.|
|At the Wawel Castle. Looking out over the Wisła. River.|
|A balloon for sightseeing and a blinding sight.|
|Felix running back when he heard the word, "nectarine." He has been likened to a fruit bat.|
|Taking a break, eating a snack. In the Planty, the park around the Old Town.|
|The children's turn for ice cream. This woman was mesmerized by Lina and gave her a cone for free. Really? As if she couldn't get any harder to live with...oh well...|
|Mass in English every Sunday, 10:30am. We try to go here every other Sunday and Polish Mass every other Sunday. Also, English Confession on Thursday nights.|
|A really lovely, tiny, little Church. I love it. It makes me think of what it must have been like in the earlier days of Christianity. Intimate and almost secret.|
|Lunch after mass.|
|Walking back to our car down a "secret" short cut. One of the prettiest streets in all of the Old Town...or so they say. I agree.|
A really great weekend. The first one, in a while, that has been so relaxing and easy.
I hope for many more like it.