Then I returned to the hotel and worked on processing photos and writing the blog entry below and catching up on e-mail.
I woke up at 4:30 on Saturday morning and just stayed up for Dorota was expected in about a bit more than an hour to take me to the bus to Zakopane. I was out the door a bit before 5:45 waiting the car. A little guy kept me company.
What a difference 12 years makes. I came to Poland the first time in 2002 and a cup of coffee was not to be found. Here at the gas station I paid at the counter for my cappuccino and then wandered over to a machine to make it myself.
We arrived in Krakow about 2 PM, found 2 volunteers immediately, and then another two, and waited for the plane from Paris to arrive. We also found a student camper from Latvia. Missing was one American volunteer. Finally, it was learned he had never left the United States, arriving at an airport in Spokane, WA to begin his trip to Poland unfortunately a day late. (He is finally expected in Zakopane on Monday night.)
After an hour of driving the Tatra mountains began to appear.