Wroclaw, Poland (you're saying it wrong)

I was suffering a monstrous hangover when I left for the airport, as you can see, not my finest moment... previous night's makeup and contacts... I'm not proud, I just can't fathom why at this moment I decided an image was necessary, 

I've been doing a horrible job visually capturing this journey, but it just tends to pull me out of the moment, and I hate looking like a tourist, which I feel I can usually avoid until I open my mouth.

I arrive at the airport, take the 1 hour business flight, receive no special ambiguous sandwich and arrive to see the girl that contacted me, Natalia.  I also see a girl with a UNIVERSITY of WROCLAW sign and figure I better go back because the university could have sent her, they did indeed, Ola.  With my two guides we arrive at Olowek, "Documents, we need your documents!"  

Starving and desperately needing a shower we find my room, which my roommate is occupying asleep.  As it would be rude to make my guides wait for me to shower, we forge on to the local....mall?

Capitalist blow out. KFC, McDonald's, Sephora, Forever 18.  I expected it to an extent, but being in the place almost makes me forget that I'm in Wroclaw, until I order.  We go to a fairly nice restaurant and we all order the same meal.  My guides confess that Polish guys aren't that cute, the Spanish students are better looking, but usually stupid, among other invaluable tidbits. I'm a little bamboozled with the amount of food on my plate and reasonably irked by the fact that my hosts are finishing theirs without a problem.  I confess that I think my stomach has strunk... "oh, how nice for you."  

I get the food to go, which serves as my substanance for the next two days.  Visiting the polish super market, I'm surpised to learn that you have to pay for your plastic bags, so everyone just brings their own.  The plastic bags also sport green recycling symbols which Natalia explains are a recent addition that don't make the bags any better for the environment.

I meet my roommate, a graduate student from Boston-- meeting more Bostonians in europe than the US... sign?  I've always wanted to live there, but I've never been there.  At this point I'm a little delirious and I clunk out for the count.