Why you don’t give your real contact details…

to uknown men on trams at 2:58am:

 

hello watergirl
I hope that you have to spend the very good vacancy in poland and you resumed your work into full energy.
I hope that you are in [German city] because I am in [same German city] .
I will like to see you as soon as possible my love .
I love you watergirl
give me your mobile I call you

 

 

Lesson learned!

A kebab and a curb in Krakow

Part One

One night in Krakow, MB and I were recovering from a vodka pub crawl. It was sometime after 2am and we were sitting on a curb in a park in the middle of town eating kebabs. Yes, all good European stories involve kebabs….but I digress.

In our drunken haze we notice two boys across the path urinating on a shed.. “That’s disgusting,” MB says.

“I know.. .boys are so gross,” I agree. “I think they are Aussies..”

“Why do you say that?”

“Well the one has Australia written across the back of his jacket,” I point out.

“Oh shit they’re coming this way.” And they walk towards us..

“Excuse me,” one of them says, “Do you speak English?”

“No, we most certainly do not,” MB says and then the one guy plunks himself down beside her and the other one sits beside me. I start talking to the guy beside me, not really looking at him but freezing my butt off on the cold concrete. I think we had a good discussion. I remember thinking it was fun. Two hours later they walked us back to our place and we agreed to meet them the next night for drinks, if we remembered.

 

Well the next night we met up and they had their other friend with them too. It was a fun night for a while. The Guy and I hit it off really well and had a good times. Our friends got along for the early part of the night but then his friends turn into dickheads when they drink and so it all kinda crumbled..

 

So The Guy and I hung out quite a bit the next few days and it was good and lovely and fun. During one of my “I love the world” rambles (heavily influenced by the smooth polish vodka) I accidentally invited him to come visit me. I think I was thinking a weekend but he thought longer..

 

I told him to wait at least 5 days before he booked anything, to see if I was merely a Krakow thing. He didn’t wait and while I was expecting myself to regret my invitation, I only found myself more excited.

 

So we said goodbye in Krakow and 10 days later he showed up here….

Sometimes…

it’s difficult to find the words…