There've been requests for more shots of my folks, so here goes. This one shows my parents with the lovely and excellent Agnieszka Syroka, tour guide extraordinaire. Today, as we headed home—in Agnes' VW Golf—after our last "tour" together, a disturbing banging sound came from somewhere in or on her car. It soon became clear that we had had a flat tire. Me 'n' pop told her where to pull over—the little lady was fixin' to block the lane!—and, once on the shoulder, we changed that tire in no time. It was a nice way to end our relationship with this wonderful gal: helping her out. 'Cause, boy, was she ever clueless about tire changing. At one point, I asked, "where's your jack?"
"What's that?" she said.
My folks, relaxing by the bay, yesterday.
Two days ago, at a coffee shop just south of Gdansk.
The three of us, yesterday, in front of the famous Grand Hotel.
We're in Danzig (Gdansk) now; tomorrow, we're headed for Kolberg, on the north coast
4 comments:
Great, just great.
The Grand Hotel--magnificent! Did you get to go inside?
MAH
Okay, that all brought tears to my eyes. You are a great son.
YES! Rockin' the Halo love in POLAND!
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