Out of England, into Poland

Hi again ... we left England after packing and repacking a bunch of times since we arrived in England with 50 kilos in each bag and to continue to Wroclaw, we can only take 15 kilos each. What a nightmare since we have that weight in presents alone ... since we were allowed 10 kilos in handluggage, we had to include our laptop in hand luggage. Suffice it to say, our carryon luggage weighed about 50 pounds ... there was NO way they were going to let us on if they looked at Les carrying the massively heavy bag and sweating. So, I went in front and not only had my purse - considered a carryon by RyanAir, but I also had a huge Mexican sombrero. So, they ooooohed and ahhhhhed til they let me pass and Les, sweating bricks and pretending the bag was light as a feather, snuck in behind me. They never saw him, they never glanced at his bag, they were worried about the lady with the huge purse and sombrero ... now we can laugh but at the time, it really wasn't so funny !
Get on the plane and it is not packed to the hilt, but still really full and guess what ???? We split up so as to be a bit more comfy and what does the baby in the middle of us do ? Scream, and I mean scream loudly, the whole way except maybe the last 15 min of a 2 hour flight........................................................ need I comment ??? I think NOT.
We arrive and Dzunia's son Arek and husband Janush are waiting - 30 min drive and we are home. Food is immediately put onto the table - ohhh sooo good cold cuts and cheeses and bread and wine and beer and talk and a warm house. It is about 6 and we are nourished. Talk and TV and choose our room and off to bed we go.
Next morning, don't ask me why, I am up at 6 !! Go downstairs and pop the TV on ....the whole house is sleeping ... 15 min later Les gets up and we go into the kitchen for coffee. The whole day was relaxing, went into Wolow by bus - quick 15 min run. Got moola out of the hole in the wall (that is what ATM is called in England !!!), got time on our cell phones so as to have a Polish local number (Les tried to get away with putting more time on his than mine - as iffffffff !!!!) and had delicious ice cream at a huge ice cream store.
Well, that evening more delicious Dzunia food - breaded chicken and salad and homemade cheesecake. TV with the family and sleep b4 nine PM ....
This morning it was drizzling - good excuse to stay home. I packed for traveling up north Saturday to get our borrowed car, we had an amazing lunch of mushroom pork meatballs, salad and more cake.
This afternoon, I gave Arek an English class - he has studied for 5 years and hasn't learned that she is ona and he is on.....I am flabbergasted. I teach him the difference (or I try to, at least) between past and present perfect. I think he got the gist of it, since my Polish is ever so rudimentary, it was a huge challenge, but he has a major test tomorrow and I want him to pass with flying colours (I am pretending to be British now) .
In the late afternoon, we all go a Polish supermarket, Thank Goodness, they are not like this in the States or I would never leave - it is like a mini Walmart !!!! Tablecloths and all sorts of coffee mugs. By the way, Dzunia found a mug with BLANKA written on it and it is what I use in the mornings...is that incredible or what ??? Anyway, tomorrow I make lasagna which none of them have ever had. Can you imagine ? Hope they like it and I am thrilled that we found all the ingredients and not only that: can you believe they have Mexican tortillas here in the supermarket ??!!! Never in amillion years would I have expected that.
For dinner, cold cuts and cheese and bread ...ummmmmmmm ummmm ummmm

Description of where we are:

lace - all the windows in every house have white lace

trees - forests everywhere - very green - tall trees

cobblestone streets- about to end as they are working on putting asphalt. too bad

silence - no cars go by - dogs bark and insects buzz all day long

huge houses - they are all 2 story - thick gray concrete walls with lots of windows and all the windows with lace cutains, each one slightly different

special - this is where Les grew up and he knows every corner. There is the "palace" where he lived til he was 14 - at 10 his dad died and they were struggling to survive, so he was adopted by his uncle in Wales. He remembers a very Mean grandma. So mean, he purposely will take as much extra peel off as he can (potatoes carrots etc) and will NOT ever use a peeler - only a knife - to spite her even now...poor woman has been dead many a year and still irks him .... she must have been pretty damn mean. He even remembers wanting to go home from Wales, packing and the day before leaving, receiving a telegram where she said STAY - DONT COME - LETTER TO COME.
the letter came and said stay there. don't come back to Poland...

and the girls here are gorgeous. I don't mean pretty or nice looking. They have exquisite eyes. Exquisite skin. Exquisite smiles. and they are traditional still - women cook and clean and look pretty and sometimes even work .... tell me why you would not marry one ?????? I assure you I NO capisco ...