I love Poland. I first came here with my dad 12 years ago, and we had a great time.
Part of what I love about traveling is the connection to history. Seeing places really brings to life the stories in the books. For me history is the story of a long human struggle for broad-based freedom and prosperity against the perpetual challenges of greed, power, superstition, and downright evil. And nobody has struggled harder against those odds than the Poles, who spent so much of the past millennium squeezed between the empires of the Russians, Austrians, and Prussians/Germans. Poland oozes drama, and I revel in it.
We arrived in the Baltic sea port of Gdansk yesterday and were stunned by what a beautiful place it is. We only managed to snap a couple pictures as we walked around awestruck. We’ll try to do a better job today.
It was, however, surprisingly chilly for July. Now it’s 8 am on Sunday morning, and the chill might be lifting, so we’re considering heading to a beach for the day.