It's a Giant Tim Horton's Tidbit.

Novelties that Poland has to offer.... 

I've been having a bad couple of days. We have a creepy roommate who is 50 years old, so I woke up really early to shower and be gone before his alarm clock went off. The sun hadn't been up long on my walk to school, and I used to brisk and cold morning walk to clear my head, and the photography as catharsis. 

Courtney and I in the car yesterday - the first morning that our creepy, old-guy roommate showed up. We were miserable, it was early, Damian took us on a wild goose chase, and it was freeze raining outside. That's why we look so weird... and pale.

The evidence of a guy. Shaving cream brush and after shave.

And now to the more exciting part of my morning... we talked to Damian last night - our first actual phone call from our POLISH CELLPHONE - and he didn't sound convinced that we were freaked out. But we wrote an email to Stanishevksy telling him everything that went awry, and he called Damian, who spoke to our landlord and took care of things today. Apparently there is no room for us to move, but Damian saved us and told the lady she had four hours to figure it out. Thank goodness.

So I like Poland again, after crying my frustrations out in a hallway today. And I'm ready to get out of this lab and experience the streets. Yesterday Courtney and I went on a mission for towels, but ended up walking into a random thrift store. I was sifting through the piles of horrendously outdated clothes when I found a man's cardigan with a cool Harry Potter-esque crest on the pocket... and "Fort Lauderdale, Florida" written in old script beneath it. There was no way I was going to pass that gem up, so I bought it for four dollars... I think some more thrift store shopping, and an immersion into weird European fashion sense from ten years ago might lift my spirits to a comfortable contentness. Ha that is my therapy for everything - when in emotional turmoil, spend money.

Anyway, I must get back to reading about TNT additives, but before I do.... Lodz in all its splendor.

My walk to school.

Cool writing... but what does it mean? I still can't figure anything out.

Although I do now know that the word for chicken is "Kurczak."

Shadow. And that's an IKEA reusable canvas bag on my shoulder. =)

I do believe I have this exact house in an early post, but this is the President's house.

And this picture is cooler than the first one because I took this one myself. Dr. Mitura used to actually live there!

"Look guys, a climbing tree."

Every road looks like this... and car rides give an incredibly accurate roller coaster impersonation.

Or you could be cool like Courtney and me and try to navigate these pavers in heels.

Graffiti happens.

These have to be my favorite traffic signs in this country, or any country.

Our university map... the Politechnika Lodzka.