This has got to be one of the most exhausting days ever. We finally slept at half one, and the alarm was supposed to ring at half four. It did, only everyone assumed that someone else would wake up and wake them up, which didn't happen. Thankfully something ticked over in Weng's mind and he shot out of bed with a 'Shit, it's 5:57!', so with the cab due to arrive at six, we rushed out of the house in pretty impressive fashion.
Warsaw is beautiful, and I cannot say enough what a joy it is being hosted by Tom's parents, they rock. We've been eating Polish food, and the least I can say is that England were behind the door when God handed out palatable national food. And the soil here must be better or something - boiled potatoes tasted amazingly good and the strawberries were like little dark red bags of sweet, succulent juice.
Tom's currently convincing Nat that he's sexy from ages 2 through to 15. They're poring through his photo collection, and being an only child, there are a lot of photos and even more laughing.
I can't wait 'til tomorrow when we hit Warsaw again. I promise so many pictures when I get back!
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