I’m feeling very cosmopolitan. Sitting here sipping Jasmine green tea, listening to French café music on Pandora (Should I find a Polish café channel?), surveying the sleek apartment and taking tantalizing bites of an onion tart from the corner coffee shop. It has been overcast and bitterly cold every…
Twenty four hours of travel and, yet, we step surprisingly lively off the plane at John Paul II International Airport. Feeling like royalty we are met by our driver with a sign as we exit the baggage area that says in my fantasies: Sir Alan and Duchess Christine, actually, it…