Krakow (the beverages)

As is often the case, and despite warnings during study abroad to 'not find the cheapeast flight and then take it because you'll end up in the sticks', we ended up in the armpit of Poland because of a cheap ryanair (damn you michael o'leary!) deal to the sticks. So imagine our relief when, after four hours of finagling at Europe's third dodgiest transportation station (only in comparison to Coventry Pool Meadow and Glasgow Queen Street), we arrived into a sparkling Krakow Glowny Station on a sparkling October afternoon.

Would you believe me if I told you that Krakow has beautiful food? And that you pay a third of the price of that anywhere in Western Europe? And that it's a gorgeous city? What a relief.

day/evening one involved mostly food and beverages, hence the beverage tour, though we didn't drink all of this in one day:

Paul, Paolo, Paola, depending on the day, drinking his beer in the oh so masculinely Polish manner

orange hot chocolate at Cafe Camelot

Zubrowka!
Polish flavoured vodka
drinking hot beer with a straw in a jazz cave in the heart of the city





Halfheartedly, I wish I could report that we did lots of exciting adventure-filled and crazy things in the course of the week. We did not. Unless you count eating and drinking. It's the first holiday in a long time that I stayed in one place for longer than two days, watched the pace of the world slow down and investigated the nooks, crannies and posh alleyways of a medeival city without my usual sense of agressive wanderlust.

It appears i have begun to heed the advice of a young but wise anglo-italian when he said 'relax yourself, fool!'. Indeed.