Cześć!

This is so surreal... Sometimes I still cannot believe I'm actually here. I woke up early yesterday to catch the flight at Gatwick and I was hopeful to see Adri before we both left the country. It turned out that Adri never arrived in time and I boarded at 9:30am. The flight was delayed more than an hour and in two hours I got here. Krakow.

The city is not big and downtown is pretty close where I live now: 20 Ulica (pronunciation: Ulitza - street) Sebastiana, apartament 5. We met Junior near the Hostel and we dropped off Paula and mom and went to the apartment. We hit the bar straight away (lots of Zywiec - pronunciation: givietz) and after went for a burger in this very cool place. We decided to go to club and danced until, I don't know, 4am - Junior, Pawel and myself (Paula was with us until a certain time).
The three of us came back to the apartment, woke Patricia up - unintentionally - and listen to some Scissor Sisters.

It's strange. It was the first day. I slept until noon and went to the supermarket - it was an interesting experience I must add. Me trying to read the names of the things, trying to figure out what flavors those were. McDonald's is expensive, just like Brazil. Some interesting Polish guys but the ones in London seem better-looking.
I miss the guys from the cafe. Boots. Staropramen. Travelcard. Pounds. Pounds. Pounds. Cell phone. INTERNET!!! Virgin Radio. TV in English. Bus 159. O'nneals.
It's not bad, it's different.