Final Post from Poland





It’s January 6, 2006 and we leave tomorrow. Overall it’s been an eventful trip. Let me bring you up to date since my last post. The day after the birthday party, Oliwia and I went skiing in Goldap. The resort is a whopping 300 vertical feet. The lift to the top was an o-bar (the pole you put between your legs and get pulled to the top) that kept breaking every 15 minutes. As people waited in line, Oliwia and I reverted to our roots and hiked to the top 3 times. Once people saw that we were getting laps in as they waited, they began to copy us. It was very fun. I guess that if one is a skier at heart, getting out and making turns sooths the soul! Nonetheless, I am looking forward to some Utah champagne upon return. People from all over and all abilities were skiing. We encountered people from Russia, Germany, and of course Poland. Some tried the “Better Off Dead” approach of going this way really fast and trying to turn if something gets in their way, others tried the yard sale while some went straight down. The lights came on at night which are now a modern contrast to the old concrete towers hoisting rusted metal cups that used to house lights. There was only one run open in the resort that has one other lift and one other o-bar. Not the typical experience one connotes with Europe but skiing nonetheless. Then it was back to Oliwia’s parent’s house for a Jacuzzi and some Polish beer (Lech is my preferred brand) and a potato dinner.
The next day we left for Warsaw, spending the night 45 miles east in the town of Broszkow. I thought a lot during the ride about what I’d like to share on my final blog. There are 4 things that came to mind. First, is the Polish landscape. I can definitely see the influence of the homeland on artist and friend Adrrzej Skorut. There are vast open fields, some decorated with bushy and currently leafless trees. Concrete block houses with triangular roofs populate the small towns throughout the country. Second, the forests seem to have no low branches. Even though the trees are hundreds of feet tall, all of the branches are at the top. Therefore you can look into the forests and see light and distance. One could travel into the forest and see another from a distance of 300 yards making it difficult if one were to play a game of hide and seek. Third are the tree-line roads. One can drive through what can best be described as a barren field with the exception of trees, 3 feet in diameter and also hundreds of feet high, that dot either side of the road with overhang that creates a tunnel. I have been told but have not verified that the roads were designed this way so that Polish soldiers could travel by night unnoticed by Nazi forces during WWII. Fourth, are the highways themselves. They are either two-lane roads similar to those of New England or 2 and a half-lane roads that allow for passing mainly when one care veers to the shoulder. Passing sometimes reminds me of something out of an old spy movie when you only have inches to spare. It is not uncommon to see an old tractor and tractor trailers become more prevalent the closer you get to larger towns. Make sure your car has guts if you want to drive here.
As a final thought only to shed more light on this culture, people do not use dryers. Washing machines are small, ironing is prevalent but people still hang dry their clothes. Obviously it is done inside in the winter. Even though people can afford dryers, it just isn’t part of the culture.
Well, this concludes the summary of our trip. I hope you have found some enjoyment in reading it as it has been therapeutic for me to write See you soon.
Love Matt and Oliwa.








