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Old Town, New City

Check out how Polish I look.

My shoes are still wrong, though.

They should look like this.

We spent the day in Warsaw. I felt very urban. I was planning to post pictures of graffiti and public transportation and bundled up fashionable ladies and the other urban things I encountered today, but alas, I have a very slow internet connection and it just isn’t worth it.

We went to a pottery shop and a museum. They were sort of boring but I felt bad thinking that they were boring because I got the feeling that if I were a cultured urban woman I would love them.

Then, after the pottery and the museum, we went to the real attraction of Warsaw. The old town.

The outside is this big wall of brick that looks all castle-like. The inside is full of these tall houses squished together, and cobblestone streets. It reminds me of the days when I studied world history, and I learned that in the middle ages it was the towns that defied feudalism and developed a middle class in the western world.

If a peasant ran away from the village and wasn’t caught for a year and a day, he would become free. Then he could go to a town and be a shoemaker or something.

The towns had big strong walls, so if people wanted to make their houses bigger they had to make them taller, not wider. There was a limit to how wide the town could be.

Hence, the beautiful walls and tall houses that still exist today.

I wanted to tour the palace. Uncle John said it would be boring. Boring! I could stand in one place and look for hours without getting bored.

Even fast food restaurants are beautiful in Old Town.

How could I have been so tired in that museum? I don’t mind walking now. I don’t mind the cold anymore. But that may be because my kind cousin Austin gave me his hat to wear.

A hat can make a big difference.

We went to pizza hut, where I took a picture that I will show as a parting shot. It is of my mom and my dad. It is not posed. For some reason I love this picture. I don’t know why. Maybe because it is a picture of real parents instead of posed parents.

Well never mind. It won’t upload. Girrrrrrr

(FYI, all pictures in this post were taken by me. I should start giving photo credits more often. The picture of the airplane a few posts back was gotten from google images but someone commented thinking I had taken it. Oops. I only wish I was such a great photographer.

Airports and Poland

I officially do not like flying. It has lost all it’s charm. If you think about it, it should be charming to be in the air viewing the world spread out beneath you like a living road map. But have you ever noticed that once you look at enough road maps they all start to look the same?

Oh and just for the record I wrote a post in the Amsterdam airport and just as I was about to post it my computer shut off and when I turned it on and tried the re-post it I discovered that only four and a half words had been auto-saved.

“I am tired of fly.”

That’s all it said. I think the title was longer than the post.

Mostly, the whole trip I was tired and I felt weird.

Brothers are nice things to have around when you are tired.

We had a long flight to Amsterdam and a short flight from there to Poland. The next leg of our trip is Poland, where my Aunt and Uncle and cousins live.

Poland is quite different from Kenya.

We had one adventure in Amsterdam before we got to Poland. It was this: Jenny and I struggled to pour a giant teapot.

I got to Poland, went to my Aunt and Uncles house, ate a snack, took a bath, and went to bed about 3:00 in the afternoon. It was going to be a nap, you know.

After a while I was very confused because there was a person in the bed and someone was re-arranging my pillows and I wasn’t exactly sure where I was. Amy said, “I am going to bed now. Go back to sleep, it is okay.”

I went back to sleep.

In the morning Amy told me that she had tried to wake me up for supper. She turned on the light and I woke up but I was all confused. She had to explain to me where we were and how we had gotten here and that it was time to eat.

I said, “can I go back to sleep?”

Amy said I could and left.

This is all her story. I have absolutely no memory of it.

Now, I will tell you about Poland. Poland is special because it has cute cars.

Okay so that van isn’t really cute but it is interesting. My uncle and his family call it the pickle van.

Q. What would happen if we were all trapped in the van and the doors wouldn’t open?

A. We’d be in a pickle!

That car, however, is cute.

Another cute car.

Also, a man with a cute hat climbing into it.

Also, the picture is blurry because the lens was foggy because it was COLD.

I took that picture with my sister’s camera. Every other picture you will see in this post was taken by my sister Amy. That explains why every picture in this post is really amazing and beautiful except the one above which is blurry and not centered well.

I cannot get enough of cute cars. Why are American cars so ugly????

Behind that car you will see the market which we went to today. It was cold. You can tell it was cold because of the snow.

Look at that shirt I am checking out. Isn’t it cute? Also, how the bunnyslipper am I supposed to try it on without freezing to death?

In Kenya I would have just slipped it on over my t-shirt.

In Kenya they would have said, “it fits, it looks beautiful on you!” Even if it didn’t fit and looked ugly on me.

In Poland they have different sizes if you need a different size.

In Kenya as soon as they see my white face they treat me like I am VERY special and also willing to buy a boatload of stuff.

In Poland I’m not special, I’m just the weird-o wearing the wrong shoes.

How to fit in in Poland:

1. Wear trendy boots. NEVER tennis shoes.

2. Wear a long elegant coat.

3. Wear dark muted colors.

I love the Polish styles although I would personally add a bit more color. I was very tempted to buy out the shops except for the fact that I am not terribly rich, and also, it was way too cold to try anything on except for scarves and hats.

I did, however, buy a gray sweater.

I have wanted a gray sweater for a long time. I bought this one, braving the freezing cold in order to try it  on. It cost me $12 and is 20% cashmere. Also, brand new with no pilly stuff or rips or stains. I think that is a pretty good deal.

Mom and Aunt Laura kept saying, “Only Emily could wear that. Who else has no hips and can pull of dramatic pieces clothes?”

Not in those exact words. But you get the idea.

I am not sure what we are doing tomorrow but I am sure it will be exciting.

Stay tuned.