I stayed up much too late watching the international coverage of the horror in Virginia. I can’t even begin to understand this.
And I feel sort of weird feeling chipper and talking about something else, like my experience here. The shootings were the topic of every conversation last night. While I was working out in the hotel gym, Poles kept staring at the TV screen to catch the latest and walking away shaking their heads.
The students at the American School of Warsaw come from nearly 50 different countries. When they play in sports tournaments, they sometimes do it in Moscow, Vienna, Prague, Budapest, Greece – places like that. Pretty cool. A music trip is going to Turkey this week. The model United Nations meets in The Hague.
I want to go to school here.
I continue to be fascinated by the most ordinary things, like mailboxes.
And phones.
And cool cars.
I’ve been trying to eat Polish as much as possible. This is kielbasa, potatoes, and cabbage.
Polish pizza, too. We had 4 of them: pepperoni, 4-cheese, plain, and my favorite: ham and capers.
Sophie and I went shopping for pottery after school.
This is an exit sign. At first, I thought these signs pointed to the bathrooms. Imagine my surprise when every time I thought I was headed for a bathroom, I wound up standing outside.