I forgot to write about the most beautiful church, St. Francis’ Basilica, that we saw. It was generally too cold to do much wandering about, but after we had been to Mass we managed to buy Jacek a hat. During the Mass, much to our surprise, we had been invited to renew our vows. That […]Read Post ›
Sunday in Kraków was cold. The hotel (Hotel 32) breakfast room was strangely laid out and we felt we had to keep on running backwards and forwards to get everything we needed, but the food itself wasn’t bad. we had lunch to go to anyway as we were going to meet a friend from my […]Read Post ›
This last week has been quite a momentous one. Saturday 28th December we were still in Warsaw after one of the most amazing Christmasses ever. I’ve written about it before. But Saturday found us on the train to Kraków. This was my husband’s first visit to Warsaw Central station since it was rebuilt quite a […]Read Post ›
Today it was raining. I had promised myself earlier in the year that I would go and visit the gardens to see the Chihuly exhibition on display there, and for the whole summer I thought I would go when it is sunny – glass always looks beautiful with light reflecting off it, and so it […]Read Post ›
Here is Daddy Rhino. He is fast asleep and very happy. The water hole is near by, the jackal has already laid waste to the blue birds, and all is well with the world. It’s about six o’clock in the morning and most of the animal kingdom is alert and ready for the day. But […]Read Post ›
March 1974. When I was invited to go for a weekend to Benidorm by my Uncle Dick – it was a works outing – I jumped at the chance. His wife, my Aunt Alice, his sister -in- law, my mother, and her husband Zbyszek, were coming too. This was going to be my first holiday […]Read Post ›
I was born in Earls Court, right in the middle of the Polish corridor as it was known in the fifties and sixties,but I’ve written about that before. When I was small my father and I would frequently wait on Platform 1 for a train to Victoria – he would often take me to the […]Read Post ›
Stephen and I were exhausted. For the best part of the week we had been travelling without knowing where we were going, where we were going to stay, what we were going to do , or whether we would be able to afford it. Crazy, really, but it wasn’t as stressful as it might have […]Read Post ›
It is not far apparently from Padua to Venice. I could look it up I suppose, but I am not going to. Believe me when I say the train journey felt as if we could have walked faster, even carrying our enormous jerry cans. As the train crawled along we looked out of the window […]Read Post ›
Our Dutch friends in San Damiano were very jolly. Cheerful to the point of annoyance as far as I was concerned, but Stephen chatted away to them and they had lots of things in common. Especially a belief in the power of holy water. San Damiano had some sort of spring, and sipping some of […]Read Post ›
Life Through Basia's Eyes 