Dobry dobry dobry

I LOVE large, circley, chockfull-of-bread pretzel things,

as I do mother-of-Maciek's home-cranked apple crumble ,




and you all know I could choke a dog to death with my incessant hugs (yes I do love things that I cannot eat too),





and there is little not to love about fields of green and gold where if you tip-toe, you can see Ukraine.

So this probably means I love everything I got to see and do in Poland.



But what I reeeeeeally love about Poland, I think, is a boy who wears bow-ties and lets his mommy dress him.
The kind of boy who always looks too eager for school. Schmanzy smarty pants!

And the same kind of smarty pants who washes all your clothes for you while you're sleeping the morning away, and who quietly puts them on hangers all over the room to dry before tip-toeing out to school.

Must admit; always had a soft spot for the kind of things Poland still does offer.