So today I saw my first castle. There was even a disheveled bearded man in armor out front that reminded me of Don Quixote.
It didn't hasn't as great an impression on me as I thought it would though. I suppose I'm accustomed to looking at medieval architecture, even if not in person. What's struck me more are the renovated communist portions of the city.
My roomie Monika described Krakow as "charming" and that's really the best word for it. To see an industrial looking building scrubbed clean, windows flung open, and gauzy curtains blowing out on the rusted balcony is so much more lovely to me than the shiny tourist attractions like Wawel Hill. It just speaks of good intentions and hospitality.
Like in our dorm room, despite the bed being not quite a bed in the traditional sense, unmatched bedding, and a lack of hot water, our desks were laid with orange tablecloths and we have lovely sheer flowery curtains. Hospitality.
Our bedding, by the way, is hilarious. Piast is where bad blankets from the 80's come to die. Howling wolf blankets, neon plaids, and flowered sheets, but still plenty of warmth to go around.
Well, time for bed. The earlier bird gets the freshest rolls from the piekarnia.
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(Yep, it's me - Anna!)
I found that in Spain too. The palaces and cathedrals were pretty and all, but the best part was walking through the neighborhoods and open-air markets where the people actually live and go about their business.
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