tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78118425224343713832024-02-08T05:48:48.443+01:00The Krakow Fileshexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02916339899185547538noreply@blogger.comBlogger277125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811842522434371383.post-1725307613306963982009-07-26T00:21:00.003+02:002009-07-26T00:25:13.920+02:00What I missis the architecture in Krakow. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7sylLzTjO45QkHcB3akxQV0fJirUTK_m5J6ZsnyONpKReBs39-KtNoO4UIVX_RGOtmk5L_wBvig10Mh_TdlZaht_gkFlTnb9952D-tMOTAO2hxJxmuOoHI2Gk2a6CpcAZQCRVPA7p3fHC/s1600-h/building2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7sylLzTjO45QkHcB3akxQV0fJirUTK_m5J6ZsnyONpKReBs39-KtNoO4UIVX_RGOtmk5L_wBvig10Mh_TdlZaht_gkFlTnb9952D-tMOTAO2hxJxmuOoHI2Gk2a6CpcAZQCRVPA7p3fHC/s400/building2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362526750024815138" /></a><br /><br />I even sort of miss the cobblestones (although my ankles don't):<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpEaL1xR_VXX-VOGIa7r77or_NjgjscUBM1ScMWWVbUrBzm7EksgdjWk5Fh3UBm-pYKhl4ThcbmSWeb0JL3voo_hFR2HikioGm8Qn2eHVIceAPMUgZuu_dkSoJ3LiAGbafuh_brdKmKWPc/s1600-h/cobblestones.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpEaL1xR_VXX-VOGIa7r77or_NjgjscUBM1ScMWWVbUrBzm7EksgdjWk5Fh3UBm-pYKhl4ThcbmSWeb0JL3voo_hFR2HikioGm8Qn2eHVIceAPMUgZuu_dkSoJ3LiAGbafuh_brdKmKWPc/s400/cobblestones.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362527304910691762" /></a>hexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02916339899185547538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811842522434371383.post-78918549510545325162009-07-26T00:11:00.002+02:002009-07-26T00:15:55.234+02:00SklepThis art supply shop is located only a few steps away from my former flat in Krakow. I walked by it almost every day, always peering in the windows to see what was new, yet never actually going inside.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWsiZzO_hWBIBgG7pms3UMJ0IAU9moaezZ4QRVTSeBv3LS0Xzy0x1De8R_G3C2MTa3zBK01TK0D1TF6C4qXQbDrM16RMdaOKS9FRwrBEAKGET2lEW7pey4fKGBkWQG2ONp4GdK1P9t7cWp/s1600-h/tuluzsklep.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWsiZzO_hWBIBgG7pms3UMJ0IAU9moaezZ4QRVTSeBv3LS0Xzy0x1De8R_G3C2MTa3zBK01TK0D1TF6C4qXQbDrM16RMdaOKS9FRwrBEAKGET2lEW7pey4fKGBkWQG2ONp4GdK1P9t7cWp/s400/tuluzsklep.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362524809354451090" /></a>hexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02916339899185547538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811842522434371383.post-35186742464734266992009-07-08T14:59:00.003+02:002009-07-08T15:06:56.624+02:00PansiesI took this pic my last night in Krakow, at the flower market in the Rynek, and completely forgot about it until I downloaded my photos a few days ago.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-NIesjNs1fkkPWED1Ooo16XDs90zH5cZAPpFnRExL2fJh26352_R-xZfQeWUVfPujKe6BZv2ZslkMq_jt6u51jYTyLqxeznRYQOMZ7M_USL0458VbNnjmJQiXw3BySnnmi6sg8DGnH7Pw/s1600-h/pansies.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-NIesjNs1fkkPWED1Ooo16XDs90zH5cZAPpFnRExL2fJh26352_R-xZfQeWUVfPujKe6BZv2ZslkMq_jt6u51jYTyLqxeznRYQOMZ7M_USL0458VbNnjmJQiXw3BySnnmi6sg8DGnH7Pw/s400/pansies.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356074742060735378" /></a>hexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02916339899185547538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811842522434371383.post-71548512361566640322009-07-06T04:02:00.004+02:002009-07-06T04:10:24.739+02:00ButyI finally downloaded all of the photos I took the last few months I was in Europe and have spent the last few hours looking through them.<br /><br />This snapshot is for K and P who each bought something like 6 pairs of shoes while visiting me in Poland in early April. Oddly, I don't think I purchased even one pair in the entire two years I lived there.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghIWwXZg-094eLtvSsZGRI_6U7Z3V-Lbsk5KBZwsq1ffguNCfEs5__5Z4F-nuXhclfL_CNO-E3nHa7xviGUE6qkq8UIZYgqdcSG-MQtYvCzrqbhNKm8wk87rwSaSJLOaksGBG2VtSoyM5n/s1600-h/buty.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghIWwXZg-094eLtvSsZGRI_6U7Z3V-Lbsk5KBZwsq1ffguNCfEs5__5Z4F-nuXhclfL_CNO-E3nHa7xviGUE6qkq8UIZYgqdcSG-MQtYvCzrqbhNKm8wk87rwSaSJLOaksGBG2VtSoyM5n/s400/buty.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355163190820314626" /></a><br /><br />We found this shoe store in Zamosc, a lovely town in eastern Poland. Not sure how many pairs the Canadians purchased here, but I know it was more than one.hexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02916339899185547538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811842522434371383.post-52364350322822785802009-07-05T02:54:00.002+02:002009-07-05T03:07:38.343+02:00You can go home againI'm lying on the couch in my newly renovated living room. I've just cleaned it in anticipation of showing it off to my grandmother tomorrow afternoon. <br /><br />I guess I've been back in Canada now for 6 or 7 weeks and I finally feel like I belong here. <br /><br />The first few weeks were rough: I was sad and depressed about leaving Krakow and felt completely displaced (for a while I bandied about the phrase relocation dislocation) and at loose ends. I hid out at my friend S's house in Leslieville, working from there most days and leaving the house only to run errands or to go to the gym and to check out the progress on my renovations. <br /><br />But I've adapted. I'm living in my own house now and the renovations are almost completely finished. I no longer have to spend most of my non-working hours making house or car-related decisions leaving me more time to spend reconnecting with my friends. <br /><br />Plus, it is summer and despite a strike by the city employees (creating mounds of garbage everywhere and shutting down public services like pools and ferries), Toronto is a pretty good place to be. The trees are green, the flowers are blooming, the sun is shining (well most of the time), and the patios are open.<br /><br />A part of me will always miss Krakow, but for now I'm home and I'm happy.hexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02916339899185547538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811842522434371383.post-51766067872424814052009-05-24T00:55:00.007+02:002009-05-24T01:17:47.620+02:00Young PolandLast Saturday, on my flight back to Toronto, I spent a few hours reading about my favourite period in Polish art: the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Young_Poland">Young Poland</a> movement. The book was a farewell gift from a friend and provides art and architectural examples of the movement in and around Krakow.<br /><br />Several of my favourite churches, galleries, and buildings were listed in the guide, and I was thoroughly enjoying reading about Krakow, when I turned the page and saw a picture of this guy:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1BD82oKVz_3EssBaWnn7zt8iWdkzdeEbm1u1aGEwFqTVcfF3b5FNSlSHoll27NjSHCAxSi3yo_iOfm30aL-dz8N03Mfkl9FgW8VHvOrHE4DPzATm6fBvKzHAMNkUcYSBtC45joglioXpP/s1600-h/gargoyle.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1BD82oKVz_3EssBaWnn7zt8iWdkzdeEbm1u1aGEwFqTVcfF3b5FNSlSHoll27NjSHCAxSi3yo_iOfm30aL-dz8N03Mfkl9FgW8VHvOrHE4DPzATm6fBvKzHAMNkUcYSBtC45joglioXpP/s400/gargoyle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339158356637292946" /></a><br /><br />This gargoyle perches on the building I lived in for the past two years. Imagine my surprise to see him featured in a guide to Krakow!<br /><br />I knew my building was designated as a heritage building (it was the former power plant for Krakow before it was converted into an architect's office and apartments), but I guess I didn't realize how historically significant it really was. <br /><br />Yep, I lived in a building with a gargoyle. Not many people in Toronto can say that.hexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02916339899185547538noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811842522434371383.post-41913193733933192362009-05-17T15:41:00.002+02:002009-05-17T16:10:05.768+02:00Derek and FlanneryHere's the first anecdote of many about Derek:<br /><br />Soon after I moved to Toronto from Waterloo, Derek was accepted into the publishing program at Centennial College. We ended up being roommates, living in a 2nd floor apartment in an old house on Keele St in High Park.<br /><br />I've got so many great memories of that year: sitting on the deck gossiping and sharing stories about our lives for hours, both of us being terrified of the huge raccoon that used to live on the roof, laughing at our upstairs neighbour Rocker Dude, hosting cocktail parties that lasted all night (I don't think I've had someone pass out on my kitchen floor since those days), and just hanging out in our pjs watching TV.<br /><br />That year was also the year I decided I would get a cat. For months before actually adopting the cat, I mused about what I would name her (for it would be a female). I wanted something literary. Perhaps Jane or Margaret after one of my favourite authors. Or maybe named for a fictional character. Possibly Daisy.<br /><br />Meanwhile, Derek picked out his own name. For him the only possible choice was Flannery. Didn't matter to him that I had never read Flannery O'Connor. He stuck to his guns, referring to my future pet as Flannery in conversation whenever he could. And then he dealt the final blow, telling me (with a sparkle in his eye) that it didn't matter what I decided to call the cat, he would call her Flannery.<br /><br />The morning we went to the humane society, Derek finally relented, saying that whatever I wanted to call the cat would be fine and he would go along with my choice. I think he secretly knew by that time that he had already indelibly imprinted the name Flannery on my brain.<br /><br />So Flannery she was, and still is. I can't imagine her as being anything else.<br /><br />Yet even though Derek gave me a Flannery O'Connor novel (aptly titled "A Good Man is Hard to Find") for Christmas that year, it was years before I could bring myself to read it. What would I do if I didn't like the works of my cat's namesake? <br /><br />But, as always, Derek's recommendation was sound.<br /><br />And oh how Derek loved Flannery, always scooping her up for a cuddle whenever he came over and wondering if she remembered that they had lived together all those years ago. Of course she did.hexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02916339899185547538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811842522434371383.post-58784687867612348602009-05-17T15:11:00.005+02:002009-05-17T15:41:19.563+02:00Derek<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbt9985JpqIM_0dJIQr3QDRUNwIrtYjgNz4JvhicVP2IR2DlW9auSPFNYjSVgzcbKJFs4AlJhctU7B8uFOlCK-IOOjik0yfiR5_L-cbagSd9RRdLYEqbvw4ToSgZdBxKi0d450obfmVc0y/s1600-h/derekshirt.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 367px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbt9985JpqIM_0dJIQr3QDRUNwIrtYjgNz4JvhicVP2IR2DlW9auSPFNYjSVgzcbKJFs4AlJhctU7B8uFOlCK-IOOjik0yfiR5_L-cbagSd9RRdLYEqbvw4ToSgZdBxKi0d450obfmVc0y/s400/derekshirt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336784362493543538" /></a><br />I'm sitting in Derek's home office, typing this at his desk, surrounded by his CDs and his books, looking at pictures of him and the people he loved, comforted by his cat sleeping a few feet away.<br /><br />Although I desperately wanted to see Sari, I admit I was a bit apprehensive about staying here until my stuff arrives from Krakow. As long as I was in Poland, I could fool myself into believing Derek was still here. And I knew that there was no way I could keep his death at bay once I came back to Toronto. <br /><br />But being in his space hasn't induced the grief I was scared of. Just the opposite - I feel much better being here with Sari and am comforted by staying in his house.<br /><br />And now I realize, I don't have to write one letter or blog entry about Derek and what our years of friendship meant to me. There's no need for one goodbye or one final summing up. I've got so many memories and stories to share. I'll just write them down as I'm ready.hexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02916339899185547538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811842522434371383.post-53988779424610257132009-05-17T15:00:00.004+02:002009-05-17T15:09:24.011+02:00HomeAfter a long day, I made it home without incident. <br /><br />Although I fly a lot, it never ceases to amaze me how you can be transported from one side of the world to the other in such a short period of time.<br /><br />This morning I was thinking about the months-long sea crossings people had to make 100 years ago. Although incredibly difficult and grueling for some, the trip itself gave them time to realize that they were leaving one life behind and starting another in a new world.<br /><br />14 hours on a plane didn't seem like a long enough time to end one stage of my life and start another.<br /><br />But, regardless of how long the journey took, the new phase of my life starts today. I wonder what it will bring.hexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02916339899185547538noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811842522434371383.post-55423752268898599552009-05-16T08:53:00.004+02:002009-05-16T08:59:30.565+02:00In transit<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirvLfrX04I56K0n7bX1IFNg0b2YnSDMmZ5E1o7J_e2jfcYabvwgfMA4T-54UpU8z9SCARAFMhW-DH0-mSObQ6FYlLQR86kpczachjdixt8XF2arXX9HEQs0z9EZHVo_OamNsOqf0logOWy/s1600-h/suitcase.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirvLfrX04I56K0n7bX1IFNg0b2YnSDMmZ5E1o7J_e2jfcYabvwgfMA4T-54UpU8z9SCARAFMhW-DH0-mSObQ6FYlLQR86kpczachjdixt8XF2arXX9HEQs0z9EZHVo_OamNsOqf0logOWy/s400/suitcase.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336312240976637602" /></a><br /><br />I'm on my way home, waiting in the Krakow for my first flight of the day. My suitcases are a hell of a lot bigger than this one, and I'm not looking forward to carrying them up the many stairs in my Toronto home.<br /><br />Wish me a speedy and safe journey.hexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02916339899185547538noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811842522434371383.post-46215672803993039922009-05-15T23:04:00.003+02:002009-05-15T23:14:35.414+02:00Saying goodbyeIt's 11:00 pm and I'm sitting in the lobby of the Krakow Sheraton reflecting on my last day in Krakow. It is fitting that I'm staying here on my last night in Krakow. It's where I stayed on my first night here, and every other subsequent trip before moving here.<br /><br />I woke up this morning with a feeling of panic, worrying about how I was going to make it through so many goodbyes today.<br /><br />But I've made it without sobbing, although I felt like it several times. I walked around the Planty this morning, taking photos every few steps, then met my landlord to go through my beautiful apartment one last time.<br /><br />And I made it through saying goodbye to 4 floors of people without losing my composure completely, although I teared up the very first time I said goodbye.<br /><br />Tears threatened again at dinner tonight with my closest friends, but most of the time I just enjoyed their company. <br /><br />I know I'll miss everything and everyone in Krakow, but I've finally said goodbye.<br /><br />Note: I'm not ready to say goodbye to this blog. I've got thousands of photos to wade through, and memories associated to everyone, many of which I hope to share with you all. So more posts to come once I am back in my home and native land.hexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02916339899185547538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811842522434371383.post-42456117458159547772009-05-13T22:54:00.003+02:002009-05-13T23:12:43.062+02:00Last nightAs I was getting ready to meet a friend for a goodbye drink at my favourite cafe tonight, I realized that this is the last night I'll be staying in my apartment.<br /><br />I've been extremely privileged to live in this beautiful place for the last two years. Everything about it is lovely: the marble heated floors that the cats (and I) couldn't get enough of, the exposed beams and brick wall, the seven skylights on the top floor, the beautiful (yet terrifying for many) open staircase, the large arched windows, and the loveliest bathroom I'll ever have.<br /><br />I love all of the views. From one side I can look down at the street life and the action in the neighbourhood jazz bar. From the other I can check out people feeding the pigeons, walking their dogs, or just relaxing in the small park. From that window I can also check out the line up, or the occasional protest, at the nearby embassy. But to get to my favourite view I need to stand on the bidet in the bathroom and open the skylight. I am just tall enough to peek out over the sill and see all of the rooftops. To me, that view is quintessentially European. I feel like an artist in a garret (okay, an extremely lovely, luxurious garret).<br /><br />The space is large, bright, airy, and stunning. Everyone who enters it stops a few steps in from the doorway and exclaims. A few of my favourite quotes: "It is so beautiful, I think I'm going to cry", "What a grown up apartment" and the most apt for tonight, "Your place at home is nice, but how will you ever leave this one?"hexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02916339899185547538noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811842522434371383.post-85265165656127897552009-05-13T12:23:00.003+02:002009-05-13T12:30:36.096+02:00Stage 1I've been mentally procrastinating about it for months, but I've finally accepted (sort of) that I'm leaving Krakow this week. <br /><br />I guess I've had to, as the pet mover just picked up Flannery and Small for the first leg of their long journey home to Canada. After much last minute anxiety and stress (changing dates, flights, missing documentation and so on), the cats are on their way to Warsaw by car where they will hopefully catch a flight to Frankfurt tonight. Tomorrow they'll fly from Frankfurt to Toronto, where they will stay in a kennel until we can move into our home. That date all depends on when my stuff arrives from Poland.<br /><br />Tomorrow morning the movers come to pack up my stuff and transport it to Warsaw. Not sure why all roads to Toronto must go through Warsaw on this trip, but even I am flying through Warsaw on Saturday.<br /><br />So, I'd better get cracking. I've got a lot to do before the packers show up tomorrow.hexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02916339899185547538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811842522434371383.post-88692260254171738542009-05-03T09:50:00.005+02:002009-05-03T10:18:04.619+02:00SilenceIn the early hours of Easter Sunday one of my closest friends passed away suddenly. Since then, I've been trying to make sense of this new world I find myself in. <br /><br />Although I've written a thousand sentences about Derek and our friendship in my head, I can't bring myself to commit them to a page yet. It hasn't seemed possible to write about anything else until I've done that.<br /><br />But, as unbelievable as it seems to me right now, life has moved forward. Since that day, I've finished my work assignment in Krakow, had two lovely farewell parties, and spent 4 quiet days in Croatia. <br /><br />I'll be leaving Poland for good in less than two weeks. For most of April, I desperately wanted to be in Toronto, but now I'm a little terrified to go home. I can't envision that city without Derek.<br /><br />I've been unable (or just unwilling) to say goodbye the last few weeks. To my friends and colleagues here, to the city and the country I've come to love, and above all to Derek. <br /><br />I know I'm going to have to, but I just can't. Not yet.hexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02916339899185547538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811842522434371383.post-15544093078699042852009-04-06T15:35:00.004+02:002009-04-06T16:19:16.804+02:00WarsawI finally downloaded my pictures from my trip to Warsaw a few weeks ago. Poor Warsaw has a reputation for being grey, and unfortunately the weather was the weekend I was there. I only saw the sun for a few hours in 3 days.<br /><br />However, the grey skies and the chilly weather didn't dampen my enthusiasm for the Polish capitol. The architecture is extremely diverse - from the old town, which was totally destroyed in WW2 and then rebuilt in the 50s based on 17th century paintings, to the social realist/brutalist style, to modern skyscrapers. The art and design magazine Wallpaper was so impressed with Warsaw that it dedicated an entire <a href="http://www.phaidon.com/travel/cityguides_english.html">travel guide</a> to the city.<br /><br />Here's a pic of the iconic, yet locally hated, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Palace_of_Culture_and_Science">Palace of Science and Culture</a>. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyAUR2jtnp0vyuwg3u79yln_znwwS0KFmkW43LLbyOrFml4hyphenhyphenSgquCLg_5o8ofcAdCjes43KgHgDZEKqHeJLn7jtfvNvEesGXfnEbGOC4VvtXUX5fQjQBXZVSgQC0tR9IVNKYC9f-SPODq/s1600-h/warsaw.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyAUR2jtnp0vyuwg3u79yln_znwwS0KFmkW43LLbyOrFml4hyphenhyphenSgquCLg_5o8ofcAdCjes43KgHgDZEKqHeJLn7jtfvNvEesGXfnEbGOC4VvtXUX5fQjQBXZVSgQC0tR9IVNKYC9f-SPODq/s400/warsaw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321577916681696258" /></a><br /><br />The Palace is a pretty impressive building and can be seen for miles. However, Stalin built it as a gift for the people of Poland, which doesn't make it popular with the locals.<br /><br />More pics to follow in upcoming posts.hexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02916339899185547538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811842522434371383.post-24479973882314892122009-04-05T19:15:00.002+02:002009-04-05T19:25:38.650+02:00Too good to be trueFor the last several months, I've felt like I've been on a roller coaster.<br /><br />During the first several weeks of 2009 I was focused on trying to stay in Krakow. After I received the final answer that I would be moving back to Canada this spring, I needed to concentrate on the logistics of my move, finding a new position at home, figuring out who would replace me here, and many many other details. <br /><br />On top of all of that I decided to renovate my home before I return to Toronto, and I turn 40 next weekend. <br /><br />Frankly, it all is a bit too much for me.<br /><br />So, imagine my glee when I checked my Canadian bank account last weekend and noticed that I had received a very substantial tax refund. <br /><br />The euphoria didn't last, as lately I've learned to wait before celebrating any seemingly good news.<br /><br />Sure enough I got an email yesterday telling me that this wasn't my 2008 tax refund, but some repayment from the government for my dual tax payments in Canada and Poland in 2007. The email stipulated that this money is not for me, and I must promptly send a cheque off to my employer.<br /><br />Back to that roller coaster . . .hexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02916339899185547538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811842522434371383.post-60811424924125350862009-03-29T18:53:00.002+02:002009-03-29T18:58:00.169+02:00Not so smallAs I sit here writing this Small is meowing at my feet, wanting to be fed. <br /><br />A few weeks ago, in preparation for our upcoming move, I weighed her. She now tips the scales at close to 11 kg - I am not even going to translate that into pounds as the number is appalling large for a cat, no matter how big . . . <br /><br />When I looked at the paperwork I kept from our move two years ago, she only weighed 9.5 kg.<br /><br />So, she's on an even stricter diet. Needless to say she doesn't like it. Today I caught her eating the crumby remains of my blueberry muffin.hexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02916339899185547538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811842522434371383.post-70694333669512415352009-03-19T21:17:00.002+01:002009-03-19T21:24:16.656+01:00GlitteratiI finally made it to Warsaw - I figured I shouldn't live in a country for two years without ever visiting the capitol. <br /><br />I already have much to say about the city and I've been composing this post over dinner, but somehow I have landed in the middle of some swanky Polish celebrity event. I'm literally in the middle of it: the hotel "business center" is actually a desk with a computer in the lobby. I am surrounded by tall, gorgeous women in beautiful frocks and the papparazzi is everywhere. <br /><br />I'm pretty much blinded by the flashess.<br /><br />And since I feel a little out of place typing away in my comfy, baggy travel pants in the middle of the party, my impressions of Warsaw will have to wait.<br /><br />I'm hoping to snag some of the swag they are giving the starlets (Frey Wille bags), but I think they'll realize I'm not with the party.<br /><br />Stangely there don't seem to be any male stars here.hexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02916339899185547538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811842522434371383.post-2601765801916104102009-03-18T09:37:00.004+01:002009-03-18T09:47:57.228+01:00CoincidenceI was at my book club last night when one of the members told me she'd been reading my blog. I haven't really publicized it, so I was a bit surprised (but very pleased, since she told me she'd read the whole thing!)<br /><br />Apparently she was searching on Krakow and Benjamin Moore paint (she's decorating a new flat) and she somehow happened on my friend S' blog <a href="http://nothingapropos.blogspot.com/">Apropos of Nothing</a>. S' blog is about her life in Canada and her blog, like her life, is mostly consumed by her house renovation. At some point she must have been discussing Benjamin Moore paint. <br /><br />From there my book club buddy noticed S' link to my blog about living in Krakow, and she figured out it was me. Funnily enough she lives just across the street from me!<br /><br />It really is a small world.hexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02916339899185547538noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811842522434371383.post-70575070793501649872009-03-13T22:48:00.002+01:002009-03-13T23:07:16.602+01:00TearsI found out a few weeks ago that I will be going back to Canada in a few months, as was originally scheduled when I moved here in May 2007. For most of the last year I thought I'd be staying in Krakow longer (perhaps a year or two more), which really pleased me, but, as everyone knows, the economic climate has changed since then.<br /><br />So I'm going home. I cried when I found out and have shed more then a few tears about it since.<br /><br />It's not that I don't love Toronto and all of my fantastic family and friends in Canada, but I've fallen in love with Krakow, and I'm not quite ready to leave. <br /><br />The toughest part was telling my team this week. I interviewed and hired all but one of them (currently there are 12), and have watched them all learn and become passionate about our profession. They truly are a great group.<br /><br />By Wednesday I thought I was prepared for it, but as I started to tell them, the tears started again and I had to stop and compose myself.<br /><br />But I got through it, and now I am concentrating on all of the things I need to see and do in Poland and at work in the next two months (believe me there's still a long list and I haven't even gotten to my European list yet).<br /><br />And, as my mother keeps reminding me, I have had a fantastic two years here. I'm not quite ready to summarize it all yet - there will be more then enough time for that when I'm back in Toronto.hexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02916339899185547538noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811842522434371383.post-34952934098563880332009-03-13T22:25:00.003+01:002009-03-13T22:47:04.840+01:00Chim chim cher-ooThe other morning, on the way to my early morning tennis lesson (7am!), I noticed two men dressed entirely in black. On their heads they wore small black caps, and over their shoulders carried long coils of cable.<br /><br />I realized they were <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chimney_sweep">chimney sweeps</a>. Their outfits reminded me of the illustrations in one of my favourite childhood novels, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Water-Babies,_A_Fairy_Tale_for_a_Land_Baby">The Water Babies</a>. <br /><br />Although Krakow is in many ways a modern and westernized city, small details like the chimney sweeps in their Victorian era uniforms remind me daily that this is a very different place, with a much stronger sense of history and tradition, then where I'm from.<br /><br />The sweeps I've had in to work on my chimney in Toronto wore blue jeans and white coveralls. Not nearly the same effect.<br /><br />If only I'd had my camera with me.<br /><br />Note: The wikipedia article linked to above mentions that sweeps in Croatia still wear the traditional dress with the small black caps. I should write in to append that they do in Poland as well. Note that the sweeps in Krakow were not wearing the extremely odd headress-like hat that is in the accompanying picture.hexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02916339899185547538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811842522434371383.post-71480995732524755572009-03-13T22:18:00.003+01:002009-03-13T22:25:26.892+01:00March foolWhen I returned to Krakow from Canada March 2nd the weather here was positively balmy, at least compared to Toronto which hit -25 the day I left. Somehow I convinced myself that spring had sprung. <br /><br />I wasn't the only one. The restaurant and cafe owners in the Rynek put out their tables, umbrellas and chairs March 1st, ready for the spring/summer tourist traffic to appear.<br /><br />Since then it has snowed at least 3 times.hexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02916339899185547538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811842522434371383.post-9612072409872653992009-02-23T13:19:00.002+01:002009-02-23T13:35:00.289+01:00FamilyMy grandma has three children (all daughters), ten grandchildren, and fourteen (I think) great-grandchildren. In honour of her 90th birthday, many of us met in Toronto yesterday to celebrate.<br /><br />Not all of us were at the party, but it was the largest gathering of the clan that I can remember. My entire immediate family (parents, two brothers, two sis-in-laws and 4 nieces) flew in from Western Canada for the festivities. <br /><br />Seeing the four generations of our family in one room was fantastic: Grandma's smile was ear to ear for most of the day. Watching the tribe of great-grandchildren roar around the hall together was even better.<br /><br />It took me 24 hours to get here for the party, and my luggage didn't arrive until after it was over, but I'd do it all again in a minute.<br /><br />Happy Birthday Grandma!hexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02916339899185547538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811842522434371383.post-22257540331595728022009-02-22T11:38:00.004+01:002009-02-22T11:54:43.539+01:00Winter travel: Part 2I'm in Toronto right now. It is 5:37 am and I've been wide awake for an hour thanks to jet lag. <br /><br />I arrived here around 11 pm (Toronto time) Friday night after a very long and frustrating travel day.<br /><br />My trip started off well enough Friday morning. I got up sometime around 6 am, the taxi arrived promptly at 7 and I made it to the airport and checked in without incident. I did note as I left the house that it was snowing, but that didn't worry me.<br /><br />It should have.<br /><br />After I checked in the clerk mentioned that my flight was about 15 minutes late arriving. Three hours later I finally boarded the bus to take me to my first flight to Munich. Apparently a snowstorm in Munich had slowed all traffic in and out of that airport, so I had hopes that my Canadian flight, which was supposed to leave shortly after I finally left Krakow, would be delayed long enough for me to make it.<br /><br />No such luck. It left one minute before I arrived in Munich.<br /><br />Then I was rerouted to Frankfurt to wait for another flight to Toronto. I boarded that flight on time, but it ended up leaving an hour or so late because of various difficulties, my favourite being the plane parked behind ours, which meant we couldn't back away from the gate.<br /><br />Finally 20 some odd hours after leaving my home in Krakow, I arrived in Toronto, only to discover that my luggage hadn't. <br /><br />Thirty-some hours later it still hasn't appeared. I just checked the baggage tracer online and the status is still showing as tracing in progress, which means they don't know where my bags are. When I called to check on them yesterday, the clerk told me that they had located one of my bags and it would arrive tonight (48 hours after me), but that they didn't know where the other one was yet.<br /><br />And, somehow while sitting on the plane, I managed to rip the knee out of the only pair of pants I now have.<br /><br />Ain't air travel grand?hexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02916339899185547538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7811842522434371383.post-45751645663709927762009-02-16T20:50:00.003+01:002009-02-16T20:54:18.848+01:004 weekends, 3 countriesAfter a relatively travel free January (I only left Krakow for a few day trips to ski), I've got the traveling bug again. <br /><br />I spent the first weekend in February skiing in Austria, the second shopping for Polish pottery in a town near Wroclaw, and will spend the final two weekends of the month with family and friends in Toronto.hexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02916339899185547538noreply@blogger.com0