The Northern Lights? We call them Zorza Polarna but no, we're nowhere close getting to see it.
We went to Lodz yesterday, the city of Enchie.
I took Gimli to see my school...he failed to comprehend the monstrosity that is Building Z, or as we call it, Saddam's Mausoleum...
Well there isn't much to see in my school.
Then we went to the Jewish Cemetary, very beautiful and moving in winter. After that, a military store where Gimli had a little conversation with the owner about double-edged blades, and the owner said ' I can't believe California is ruled by Schwarzenegger and these are still illegal.'
Then we went to Piotrkowska Street, which is jokingly (but not quite) called the only street in Lodz.
I swear to all the saints, I tried to take him to a more 'local' kind of restaurant. I didn't want to go all Polish because as you know from our account of Christmas Eve, it's not his kind of food at all. But Lodz was a largely Jewish town, so where better to go than Anatevka.
We took one glance at the menu and ran away screaming. Stuffed goose neck? Fried goose livers? What is it Jews have against geese and food that doesn't make you gag just by reading the name? :O
We ended up at The Mexican, same place I took Estel when she was here. And, funnily enough, we ended up with an identical order.
Chris enjoyed it, and I do love that restaurant, it's fun. The big neon up the stairs saying 'Waitress is available sometimes' was supposed to be a joke- but the note at the foot of the menu was a genuine Polglish gaffe.
"Paper instance of dishes for insight into at manager of restaurant."
Ah, the joy of false friend words. But the food was not paper, thankfully, it was delicious.
After the meal we took a rickshaw back to the end of the street, and I felt bad for the driver, but then again, that's his job and his money. And we ended the day by going to see my ex-roomie up on the fourth floor. She gave us tea and cakes and we all had a nice time. The end.
Pretty calm day. Today we wanted to go to the Uprising Museum but it's closed on Tuesdays so Wednesday it is. We will instead go around to the Old Town again, maybe to the Ghetto Uprising Monument, the Etnographical museum because it has a neat shop, maybe the Library or the Lazienki Park depending on how tired Chris is, perhaps a glance into the National Museum though I don't think he's all that into art, judging by the long face he made while I admired masterpieces in London.
And of course, we will go to the post office and demand to see the manager, because my package has not arrived.