Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Navigating out of JFK airport, through Manhattan to the turnpike was a terrifying experience. Poland doesn't have highways, really, and I'd forgotten why I definitely don't like driving cars, and don't particularly relish being in them either.
Catching Maurice William's "Stay" on the radio the next day recaptured a vague glimmer of affection for american culture, but only briefly.
I miss Polish windows. Truly. They are bidirectional and amazing. Also, flowers in every yard, against the stuccoish houses. Simple straight roads with pretty scenery, living out of a suitcase, black current juice, Radio Z, and zubrowka with apple juice.
Clara Barton rest stop on the Turnpike: multiculturalism, a return to, was a bit jarring but also an answer to what sometimes hovers under the seeming straightforwardness of life in Lublin/Podkarpackie regions.
Some people don't like Jews, my host sister told me, but they've never done anything to me- I don't know any.
If psychiatrists say its ok for the children, then maybe homosexuals can have families, one student conceded. But until then....its unnatural, interjected another.
Are you hindu? a woman ran into hiking asked me (she was also trying to set me up with her teacher colleague...long story.). No, irish? I answered. according to dahm she then said- thats surprising, irish girls aren't pretty. (!).
Would the Shire be the same though, if gnomes and dwarves and men lived there?
(As for the teachers- the second night in the shelters, a guy sat down w. me and dahm, told dahm first that I was pretty, and only second asked if I was his girlfriend. when told no, he asked me, via dahm, for a beer the following night. no sooner had we gotten to the next shelter the next day, however, when we learned that both lights and hot water cut out at 10. having no particular inclination for a beer with a guy with whom I didn't have one of 9ish languages in common with, I just went to bed. in the dark, dahm belatedly informed me that he'd told the guy in the bathroom that I'd meet him in the kitchen. uh, no.
the next day Piotr ran into the guy in the bathroom, and learned that mr. history teacher had actually gone down to the kitchen, in the dark, and waited for me. she's afraid of the dark? piotr offered as consolation.
not an indictment of polish men in general, but this guy was in co-charge of a bevy of high schoolers on a field trip. just a tad sketch...)
photos are up, in their entirety. also, krakow is wonderful. except for all the tourists.
Catching Maurice William's "Stay" on the radio the next day recaptured a vague glimmer of affection for american culture, but only briefly.
I miss Polish windows. Truly. They are bidirectional and amazing. Also, flowers in every yard, against the stuccoish houses. Simple straight roads with pretty scenery, living out of a suitcase, black current juice, Radio Z, and zubrowka with apple juice.
Clara Barton rest stop on the Turnpike: multiculturalism, a return to, was a bit jarring but also an answer to what sometimes hovers under the seeming straightforwardness of life in Lublin/Podkarpackie regions.
Some people don't like Jews, my host sister told me, but they've never done anything to me- I don't know any.
If psychiatrists say its ok for the children, then maybe homosexuals can have families, one student conceded. But until then....its unnatural, interjected another.
Are you hindu? a woman ran into hiking asked me (she was also trying to set me up with her teacher colleague...long story.). No, irish? I answered. according to dahm she then said- thats surprising, irish girls aren't pretty. (!).
Would the Shire be the same though, if gnomes and dwarves and men lived there?
(As for the teachers- the second night in the shelters, a guy sat down w. me and dahm, told dahm first that I was pretty, and only second asked if I was his girlfriend. when told no, he asked me, via dahm, for a beer the following night. no sooner had we gotten to the next shelter the next day, however, when we learned that both lights and hot water cut out at 10. having no particular inclination for a beer with a guy with whom I didn't have one of 9ish languages in common with, I just went to bed. in the dark, dahm belatedly informed me that he'd told the guy in the bathroom that I'd meet him in the kitchen. uh, no.
the next day Piotr ran into the guy in the bathroom, and learned that mr. history teacher had actually gone down to the kitchen, in the dark, and waited for me. she's afraid of the dark? piotr offered as consolation.
not an indictment of polish men in general, but this guy was in co-charge of a bevy of high schoolers on a field trip. just a tad sketch...)
photos are up, in their entirety. also, krakow is wonderful. except for all the tourists.
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