So eventhough I should have been home finishing stuff for my show that opens on Thursday, my husband and I spent the weekend in Poland of all places. Krakow to be exact….or Cracow.
We met up with Kasia and Kelly my pals from NYC and later we were joined by their friends from Berlin, Timo and Franka. Kasia was in Poland visiting her family and of course we were more than happy to all meet up. And what a time we had!
Friday night we got in late after taking 2 different buses and a very bumpy flight. We were too late to join everyone for dinner so FrenchBoy and I headed to Rynek Glowny to check it out. We soon realised that “Krakow” means “party” in Polish.
The square was absolutely packed with revelers of all ages drinking enormous Polish beers at one of the hundred or so terrace cafes. I could have sworn I even saw the Virgin Mary do a shot of Żubrówka .
After dinner and a few very affordable cocktails we stumbled back to our hotel room and drifted off into a deep sleep only to be awaken at 3 AM by the group of drunk hooligans singing in the hotel hallway. One of many early morning impromptu sing-alongs to take place over the course of the weekend.
Saturday morning we headed over to meet Kasia & Kelly at their swank hotel. And since our free breakfast looked like this:
we decided that the buffet breakfast in their hotel restaurant was a better option.
After I finished my 2 glasses of Prosecco we were off to the famous Salt Mines of Wieliczka which was just bizarre and quite hilarious. But if it’s good enough for the Pope, Copernicus, Goethe, and Chopin …well then I guess it was good enough for us too.
Salty Mary:
Salty Gnomes:
Salty Jesus:
Yes folks—I saw Bananarama live in concert in Krakow. And those Poles can really shake it!
After about 2 hours of sitting on wet grass watching a few musical acts we headed up to Kasia and Kelly’s swank hotel room which had a panoramic view of all the events.
Our guide Jacob picked us up at the hotel and wisked us away to the historic communist district that was originally gifted to Krakow by Stalin himself. It later came to be one of the centers of revolution and resistance within Poland, leading to the eventual overthrow of the communist government.
Then just when you thought it couldn’t get any better the four waiters revealed our dinner entrees by by lifting the sterling-silver plate dome thingies in one perfectly choreographed motion.
I love Krakow.
