Poland

So today was a holiday so we decided to go to Poland. We consist of me and two other personalities that come out in Germany (one East, one West). Ok, that probably wasn't even funny. Sidenote: my fingers keep getting confused because I switch back and forth between German and English keyboards so often. Anyway, Liz, Kyle, Steve, Cheryl, Neville, and I went to Stettin in Poland today. Well, that's the German name for it. I don't know the Polish one.

It was really cool even though all we really did was eat and walk around. We spent forever trying to find a restaurant but all we saw were like bars and cigarette shops where we could buy junk food. But no, we wanted something authentic. Didn't happen. We went to the mall and wandered around for a while before settling on just going to the food court. Oh, I forgot to mention that none of us speak Polish AT ALL which made everything a little difficult. And even though it was only two hours away from Berlin, not that many people spoke German.

Anyway, back to the food court. I got KFC and so did Kyle. I was too scared to even try and pronounce the other food names. Liz and Cheryl got this Chinese-esque food that was kind of bland. Neville and Steve both got somewhat Polish food but not totally since it was from a mall. After that we walked over to by the river and hung out. There were people from Coke giving out tiny cans of Coke in the park; Cola Light for the girls and Coke Zero for the guys.

Then we walked around some more and ate some stuff we thought was going to be ice cream. I thought I had ordered (and by ordered I mean pointed to a picture of) a kinda tall thing of what looked like strawberry ice cream. No, I got this short thing full of the polish equivalent of Jello. the others didn't get ice cream either, it was like mousse or something.

So then we were walking back to the train station and we see a woman lying in the street, ok the gutter, with a pool of blood around her head and three people standing by her all chill like there's nothing wrong. Well, the guys went over there and Liz, Cheryl, and I hung back for a little bit. Turns out she was drunk and had slipped and hit her head on the curb. The weirdest thing was that the people who had been standing there didn't seemed concerned or had like they had called anyone for help. But, before we left the ambulance had come and they put her on a stretcher. Exciting. And no, we didn't touch the blood. Gross.

The train ride back to Berlin was smelly and slightly warmer than comfortable.