Gdansk Continued: Weekend Adventure

The time zone adjustment, busy days, and long evenings have made it difficult to get here and record our trip, especially since I meant to bring my netbook, but left is behind accidentally; when the Riz goes to work, during my normal blogging hours, he takes the laptop with him.  Stupid me.


Here are some snapshots from our second day in Gdansk.  As you can tell, I am in love with the architecture, and the street we are staying on in particular.  I can't get enough pictures of it!


We spent a long day walking the Old City, stopping in cafes to warm up along the way, and ended our day, surprisingly, at a nightclub. Who would have thought it? We finally meandered home in the wee hours of Sunday and slept most of the rest of the day.


So, that was the weekend, in a quick blurb.  I promise to amend and repost broader thoughts and descriptions of the places we have been and the people we have met and seen.  For now, pictures from Saturday, January 14, 2012:

Breakfast tray

Cheese spreads

Bread basket with two gingerbread clovers

Ham & Cheese

Snow on the gutterspout

St. Mary's Cathedral, the largest brick cathedral in the world

We spooned.

Windy, windy, snowy day.  You would think someone from Chicago would be used to this type of weather and not look so pained.

Granary Island in the Motlawa River. These buildings, as was most of the Old Town, were bombed heavily during WWII. The broken structures are a grim reminder of the past, while the new construction and cranes in the background are a clear sign of Poland's burgeoning economy and modern future.

Rick gets primitive with the natives.

Mariacka (Mary's Street) from the porch of our favorite cafe. 

Mariacka, looking west after a day of light snowfall.

Mariacka, looking east towards the Motlawa River and one of the many gates.

Hit with a snowball. Not amused.

On our way to dinner

Pueblo's Tex-Mex.  We just HAD to try it!

Margarita time

We stopped in a pub after dinner.  Shots are very common in Poland. The bartender made this for us: Kahlua and Absinthe, lit on fire, and drank in one big slurp through a straw.  He was awesome enough to take pictures of us actually drinking the dang things.

Several hours later, Parliament, a nightclub.  Yes, it as bad as every Eastern European dance club I have seen in the movies.

4:45 AM, a thick blanket of snow lays on the quiet streets, kebabs in hand, we  finally arrive home.