If you had asked me in week two whether I'd be ready to leave after 6 weeks I would have confidently said yes. However the end of this trip really snuck up on me. The long train rides through gorgeous, can't-take-your-eyes-off-it countryside and forests. The rows of charming, colorful houses. The peaceful trails and scenery of the Tatra mountains. The stunning churches and castles that dot every town's map. Krakow's regal beauty. Gdansk's nautical charm. And even the consonant-crazy language that confused me on the daily. I'll miss it all. I'm happy and gratified to have experienced it. And proud to be of Polish heritage.
If I am doomed to a life of foamy latte flowing through my veins, sign me up. I'm not sure if one can overdose on it, but I'm quite sure I'm pushing the daily limit. It's no use fighting it. And I know exactly who to blame. It's those damn adorable cafes.