The very first day, before I even got to Poland, Cracola had a run-in with our neighbors upstairs, whom we never saw again the whole 6 weeks. The neighbor, an angry Polish woman, came downstairs and banged on the door just as Cracola had pulled her suitcase inside.
"You have climitization problems!!!!" the angry Polish woman shouted at Cracola.
"Climitiz-what? Huh? I mean, oh yeah, it is hot in here, maybe I'll open a window."
The angry Polish woman shook her head and shouted, "No, you are too loud. TOO LOUD."
"Lady, I just got here. How could I be too loud?"
The angry Polish woman shook her head and went back upstairs.
Of course, she was trying to tell us we had acclimatization problems. And she was right. What you don't get from this silly little blog is the absolute fear and desperation of our first few days in Poland. We were so far away from home. We were hungry. We smelled bad.
A lot of people didn't think we would make it. For a while, we didn't think that we would make it. You see, Cracola and I were not fearless people before we went to Poland. We had our own little lives, our routine, our comfort zone. In the beginning, we would have given anything to get that comfort back.
But 6 weeks in Poland changed that. While we are happy to be back, there is a certain bitter taste of dissatisfaction in the comfortable routine in my life. I won't speak for Cracola, but I guess she must feel some of it as well. In Poland, we bitched and bitched that Poland was boring. When we got back here, we realized we were boring, not Poland.
Just this weekend, Cracola, sat across from me at brunch and mused that two weeks ago we were on the streets of Vilnius about to be run over by Velobar. Now, the most excitement we had together was deciding which form of Eggs Benedict we were going to order.
So once again, we are having acclimatization problems. But like before, we'll get over it, slip back into our routines, our lives.
I'll say this, those were the best 6 weeks of my entire life.