Hi guys! As it’s already March, it makes me extremely aware of the fact that I only have about 5 more weeks left on my crazy adventure here in Ireland. But no time for being sad now, as I spent the end of last week in Warsaw, Poland!
I took a few days off of work last week so that I could take advantage of insanely cheap flights and accommodation in Warsaw, Poland for a 1 1/2 day trip there. I booked this flight back at the beginning of February so I’ve only been excited about it for a short time, but it was absolutely fabulous.
My first day was a bit of a miss, as I didn’t end up getting from the airport to my hostel until almost 5pm, 3 hours later than I had anticipated. I was dead tired when I got there, so I ended up sleeping for about 3 solid hours before waking up and realizing that I hadn’t eaten since that morning. I went out in search of food, but only came up with some Cheetos and an iced tea.
Here’s the thing about Poland: nothing is in English. Not that it was necessarily a problem, but: a) Polish is not a Romance language, like Spanish or French, and b) I don’t speak a lick of Polish, or any language similar to it. I spent a lot of my time trying to figure out some kind of system to the words, but I came up empty handed. Because of this, I didn’t have a proper meal in the two days I was there.
But no worries, I subsided off Cheetos, pretzels, and delicious pastries. It was all an interesting experience, as the paternal grandparents I never knew had been born and raised here in this city that I was currently walking in.
On my second and final day in Warsaw, I decided to head to POLIN, the Museum of the History of Polish Jews. It covered more than just the Holocaust, but that was still an important part of the museum. It was interesting to see almost 1,000 years of history in such a relatively condensed space. It was certainly an experience.
I then joined a free walking tour of Jewish Warsaw, seeing much of the Jewish Ghetto and other important streets that made up the community. It was freezing, but I was surprisingly okay with it. It actually started to snow a lot, and it almost made me miss the weather at home. Almost.
I rounded off my day with, you guessed it, more Cheetos and then a trip back to the airport where I caught my flight back to Dublin. And honestly, after landing, I realized how much I had missed it in just those few short days. I really, truly missed being at “home” in Dublin, and of course being able to speak to everyone without the language barrier.
Someday I want to go back to Poland, but hopefully with another person to share in the amazement and occasional frustration that was trying to understand everything. Also, I’ll definitely have to get some pirogis next time I’m there.