Prague to Poland

The flight into Warsaw was memorable or maybe reminiscent is a better word. The plane was like those I flew in the forties -- I could see the prop whirling away outside my window. But I was met and welcomed by Dorota and twelve new volunteers upon arrival. We drove through small villages with unpronounceable names surrounded by forests and farms until we reached Sedlce and the Remonowsky Manor House where I'll be living for the next three weeks. The food is tasty and plentiful, the weather is an improvement over that of Prague, and the program looks like it will be a good one. I'll be teaching third graders in the early morning and teachers in the late afternoon -- tomorrow we meet the regular classrooms. We're also having some lessons in Polish, so you know what to expect in the next chapter!