We’re totally blown away—and also a little wistful—when we think back on our stay in Poland. The whole atmosphere—whether we’re out partying at night or on a shopping tour during the day—feels just like Germany in the ’80s and ’90s. I can’t really put it into words. You can feel the economic boom, the zest for life, and the stick together of the Polish people everywhere.
We made our way through a bustling city at night, filled with all kinds of revelers, as well as through a bustling city during the day. Everything was peaceful, and we didn’t see any “gold pieces”—that’s what we call those certain types of people in Germany whom you’d be wise to avoid by crossing the street if you don’t want to get into trouble. We could finally move around freely again without having to constantly look over our shoulders—it was such a liberating feeling!
Polish women also wear very skimpy outfits—just like we used to back in the '70s and '80s. And they can! No one mugs or harasses her because of it. As a woman, that´s a great feeling - you are FREE - and can express you like you want to.
This trip was just wonderful in so many ways! I felt soooooo at ease. The hotel was amazing. A 5-star hotel with 5-star cuisine—my goodness, the food was so good!!
And our party night on Friday was also amazing—we were down in a basement—and the owner fired up the karaoke machine. Most of the songs were in Polish, but that didn’t bother us at all. The ENTIRE bar sang along. I haven’t experienced anything like that in Germany in a very long time.
The video at the end - shows me at the end of the night -
Enjoying my weekend, having a cold bottle of WARKA beer, -one of my favorites from #Poland
Interesting fun fact about WARKA:
"....There is a tale related with Warka beer. One time Hipolit Aldobrandini (later pope Klemens VIII) while being in Poland discovered that he really enjoyed the taste of Warka beer. Back in Rome, Hipolit got sick and while lying in bed with a fever (presumably, dying?) he uttered: " Sancta piva di Polonia... sancta biera di Warka ..."
All the gathered priests thought he was talking about some unknown-to-them saint named "Piva" (the Polish word for "beer,") and they started to pray " Santa Piva ora pro nobis" ("Saint Piva, pray for us". )
Hipolit began laughing and the abscess killing him burst, -and he started to get better... "