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Saturday, July 6: Day 75 – Warsaw

In Torún, there is a brass donkey. In the olden days, it was wooden and was a form of torture used in the Town Square. It had a ridge along the top and the sentenced man or woman had to sit atop it. And some even had weights put on their feet. You could not convince me that it was a good idea to mount this donkey but Rob wanted to give it a go.

He walked a lot differently after this experience and would not recommend it.


Every day Michelangelo said these words, “Lord, make me see Your glory in every place.” Rob and I can echo these words as we journey on.

We left Torún and took a fast train to Warsaw. (By the way, all our blogging is done on a cell phone. We continue to learn more features that are useful. For example, hold down the u and it gives you several options of accent marks üūùûú. Or hold down the ? to get ¿. Or hold down the 1 to get fractions ½)

Once we arrived in Warsaw, we couldn’t open the door to leave the train. People behind us were cheering Rob on. “Push down.” A Polish man crawled over us and muscled it open. He turned to us and said, “This is Poland. Everything is hard.”

Rob left to buy tickets for our departure as sometimes a reservation is needed. We don’t need to take an additional trip. While I am waiting a slight elderly man approached me and said in perfect English, “I am hungry. Can you help me?” I dug through my backpack and found a half bag of Gingerbread cookies and gave them to him.

He was very appreciative. He politely thanked me and wished me good health and walked away.

Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by this some have entertained angels without knowing it. – Hebrews 13:2

There are many people on the street that I would like to help. I pray that I will always have something that they need.

We arrived at our Airbnb in the Old Town and hoisted our belongings up 4 flights of stairs.

We shopped for groceries. I asked for peanut butter and the clerk found some way in the back. She rolled her eyes when I asked by gesturing if it was smooth. She dug a little deeper!!!

In the summertime on the weekends, there is a huge multimedia presentation using the fountain spray as a movie projector.

Afterwards, we strolled with the masses through the beautiful streets. It seems like every other store is an ice cream store. The word for ice cream is lody. We found one giving huge potions of soft vanilla ice cream – my favorite. We noted that our server put her whole self into dispensing the ice cream.

In the words of The Terminator, “I’ll be back!”

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