Woke up to the sound of pouring rain.
The wind would whisper and I’d think of you…
Those are just Skid Row lyrics, but sort of true. It was still raining a bit and there was a lady I dreamed about far away, across the vast, lonely ocean.
Had a nice bowl of cereal with the last fruit for morning meal. What an awesome way to start the day!
I followed the street in front of the apartment, towards the river in hopes of finding a walking, biking path.
Of course there was one here, they do it right in the EU, making cities easily accessible for all, not just cars and trucks.
Lots of docked boats and the captain would bark all the info about his boat’s tour to anyone who passed by. I waved them off with a smile.
Unoccupied docks I came across usually contained some type of water fowl, ducks primarily but there were some other birds I’d never seen before.
I stay to watch one of these birds’ graceful water takeoffs and landings.
Soon I heard a commotion and looked up to see a large group of people gathered.
To my surprise after I ascend a hill, I saw a huge metal dragon covered with small kids climbing all over it. Parents would seat their kid to snap a quick pic.
A gasp escaped the crowd as the Wawel Dragon spewed fire from its mouth. Very cool statue to stumble on.
I continued on my walk past grand buildings, railway tracks and through amazingly long traffic.
To my surprise the traffic jam was due to 1 car waiting on another to pull out of a parking place. Likely 10-15 cars waiting, happy I was on foot and could pass them by.
Dark clouds appeared so I took a seat to figure out an enclosed option. A brewery was a few minutes away.
Ack so T.E.A Time means: Traditional English Ales, alas no Polish options here. I started with their most cleverly named option, Misty Mountain Hop, inspired no doubt by the Zeppelin song of the same name.
It began to rain so another pint. It was here I confirmed what I suspected about glass sizes in the EU vs UK.
Seems a lot of places will serve beer in ‘pint’ glasses which is an imperial pint in the UK= 20oz.
More commonly I was poured an US pint= 16oz, sometimes less depending on alcohol % or frankly how cheap the bar was about saving a few pennies.
In a better world, bars should have to post the size of their pint size so you know precisely what you are paying for. It’s that or we all agree how many ounces are in a ‘pint’ glass.
The beer here was good and I was happy to avoid the rain, catch a bit of footy and have a couple pints.
Faced with the forecast for more rain, I decided to get a few items to cook dinner in the apartment.
There was a Carrefour store, a shop I’d seen in other countries on my route to the apartment.
I shopped at a pretty well stocked convenience store that wasn’t much larger than the US places I’d been except they had fresh pastas, milk, and cheese, not the typical roller dogs, chips and jerky.
I selected some pasta, sauce, cheese and chips, plus a sixer of Polish beer.
Back to the apartment I waved at the night door guy who was there after 6pm.
Basically when the sun went down, they had someone to let you in, not that they spoke too much English other than Hello.
I cooked up one of the gołąbki along with some pasta in boiling water.
It was very tasty and made for a great dinner.
Due to rain and my exploits the previous night, I retired early.
Beer: Misty Mountain Hop T.E.A. Time Brewery
Song: Behemoth As Above So Below
View from the mound