Day 16

First day in Poland: a ten hour bus ride with a broken bathroom, a lot of food poisoning, a great group of supportive friends, many overheard languages, and a worthwhile night spent exploring the main square of Krakov.

There's a project going on in Krakov's main square that projects poems on a wall outside. It has them in Polish, and then translates them into English.

"You refused?
I refused!
It was so lovely.
Now what?
Now we refuse together."

Krakov welcomed me well.