So Josette and I took the plane to see our best friend from high school getting married in Warsaw.
It was classy, we took a boat that went down the Vistula and where we could drink loads and loads of vodka. Our greatest pride came from the compliments the Poles gave us for our vodka tolerance.
The morning after, we toured the city with a guide, quickly, I find this town beautiful despite its history. We could even go by the Memorial for the Warsaw Ghetto.
We ended up eating in a communist restaurant, with portraits of Mao and Lenin... Very typical!!
And then we had to go because we have a job and a life, you know. To fight my fear of flying, I had Lexomil... and wine!