Just two more weekends in Poland

With this weekend officially over, we're down to (we hope!) just two weekends in Poland.

It was a slow weekend. We spent a few hours at a festival to raise money. We don't really know what it was, but we went along with our fantastic translator who is always looking out for us. The kids love her. And we do, too. She is such a kind, generous woman.

I have had a good hair day almost every day since being in Poland - and this day is no exception! (Haha!)

The festival had food, of course. Horseback rides, vintage cars, a firetruck, a kid area with the ubiquitous inflatable slide and a crawling tunnel, and music. The music was so loud and obnoxious when we arrived that it felt like every nerve I had left was screaming for silence (although after the morning we had, I didn't have too many nerves left!). Eventually, the music calmed down to a more pleasant decibel level and style.

David post-firetruck hose

David enjoying the firetruck

Teenagers did some Polish folk dancing/singing. Then the little kids took over. They were so cute, especially this little boy who kept stopping in the middle to hitch up his pants.

Aren't they cute?

Today we went back to the indoor Chuck E. Cheese-like place. This time we remembered to take a book to read while the kids ran around.

On a personal note, my dad would have been 55 today. By observing his brothers interact with their grandchildren, I know he would have loved being a grandpa. While my kids will never know him, I can share many stories with them. And Grandpa Dan will be a good dziadzio. No question about that.