We spent 2 weeks in Poland and it was wonderful in every regard. I got to see my family whom I haven’t seen in over 6 years. I got to see and celebrate my remarkable younger cousin/brother-from-a-different-mother get married to his beautiful bride. I got to show my son and husband my motherland. And most importantly, I got to see my worlds combine when my family in Poland and my son and husband met one another. Just thinking of that moment would make my ugly cry from happiness weeks before our trip.
My son handled the flight like a champ! I was expecting the worst and packed everything but the kitchen sink, but ended up not using majority of the items (check out my suggested carry-on packing list so you won’t make the same mistakes I did). When we finally met up with my family, my son was a little timid but by no means freighted of his surroundings. Although he wanted to be held either by me or my mom, he was going up to my cousins and aunt after settling in at my aunt’s house (which was filled with balloons and toys just for him). One playful toss up in the air from my younger cousin and my son was sold on his uncle.
I was pleasantly surprised how quickly my son adjusted to the trip. My son walked around town like he owned the place and interacted with my family members as if he has known them for years. The neighborhood playground became his favorite place to play. He felt comfortable around all of his aunts and uncles (who spoiled him rotten) that he would at times cry and run to the door when they left.
Aside from being constantly showered with attention and affection, my son enjoyed straight-from-the-bakery rolls and different soups daily. And we can’t forget that time where I asked my grandma if she could make him a couple of apple pancakes and she comes out holding a huge platter that could feed our entire family. “Everything for the little guy” was the motto of our stay.
I fully embraced and basked in the fact that my son would be immersed in the Polish language 24/7. Granted it was only for 2 weeks, but that is a lot more than he gets at home. However, a strange thing happened a week into our stay. Although my son understood everything that was said to him and even started repeating some Polish words, he suddenly began speaking in English! And this was before my English-speaking husband joined us. When he wanted to go outside, he would call for his shoes instead of buty like he has in the past. The trip was quite the cultural and language exchange, as my grandma can now say “shoes” and “ball.” 🙂
My husband and I were also very fortunate to be able to sightsee. En route to Krakow, we toured the Wieliczka Salt Mine (a UNESCO World Heritage Site) and toured/paid our respects at the Auschwitz Memorial and Museum. While in Krakow, we visited the Wawel Cathedral and Castle, and had dinner in the Old Town (also a UNESCO World Heritage Site).
A couple of days later we drove to the opposite side of Poland to Gdansk. There, we visited Westerplatte (where World War II began), the highly interactive and recommended Solidarity Museum, and Old Town, where we climbed over 400 steps to the tower at St. Mary’s Church and then had lunch and dinner in two of the many cute restaurants that line the gorgeous streets.
I was worried about how the trip will be for my husband given that he doesn’t speak Polish. It can be frustrating and exhausting for the non-language speaker to be surrounded by a language one doesn’t understand for 24/7. Similarly, it can be exhausted for the bilingual person to constantly have to translate conversations and have all forms of communication go through you. Yet everyone, from my husband to my non-English speaking relatives, were very understanding and patient, which helped make the situations more pleasant.
During our trip I was able to stock up on a lot of Polish children’s books, toys, games, and DVDs. My son is too young for majority of them (like this adorable map puzzle), and can’t quite sit still to watch a movie, but I look forward to him playing with the games and watching the movies in the future. He does, however, love to dance with his little Polish speaking puppy.
Although we have been back home for less than a month, I already can’t wait to be back in Poland.