Schindler’s Krakow

Today was a solitary day – so far. I delved a bit deeper into the intricacies of Krakow. Early in the morning I wandered around the city square and eventually came upon a small diner serving breakfast. I ordered a caprese omelette and filled out the half dozen or so post cards I bought just before. After sending them off at the post office I returned to the hostel and gathered my dirty laundry. Rick Steeves recommended a laudromat/cafe in his book, and it just happened to be half a block from my hostel. Dropping that off I strolled aimlessly down the street until I found a salon and got myself a haircut. The girl was really good at her job.

After that I walked about half an hour to Schindler’s Factory. I gave myself a private tour, which took about an hour. It is quite an interesting exhibit, especially if you are curious about WWII. I think my favorite part was the short movie with first-hand interviews of some of the survivors that worked in the factory.

I was hoping to see the National Museum, mostly because they have a temporary exhibit about the Ottoman Empire, but it was across town and I didn’t have the time today. I instead walked to the Jewish Quarter and ate a chicken dish with veggies and apple glaze. It was absolutely delicious.

From there I walked back to the city center…or tried to anyway. I thought I was lost, but I was only half a block away. Even better, I found a quaint walkway by the river and sat there for about half an hour watching people and boats. Then I walked to the city center. It was about 1800 I believe, and apparently peak time for street performers. I watched someone playing an accordian, a group of guys break-dancing, a guy wearing an entire outfit made from different pieces of mirrors glued together, and a lady singing opera. This entire trip I have been annoyed with all the coins I get as change, but now I have found a use for them. I thoroughly enjoy watching these performances, and technically I should show them appreciation for making me smile. So from now on I’m going to give my coins to street performers. Most of them worked really hard on their acts anyway. Problem solved!

Upon returning to the hostel I ran into two Australian girls we met and ate dinner with yesterday. Since I didn’t get the chance to see Auschwitz today, and since they were going in the morning, I booked my reservation to join them. Then the four of us (we met up with Rick, too) we to the kitchen room/common area, where we met two German fellows. We made plans to get some beers and all have a few drinks in the hostel, then possibly (probably) head out for a few more at a bar. I won’t be out long; the bus leaves at 0800. And the two girls aren’t going out at all. So we all agreed to party a bit more enthusiastically tomorrow (tomorrow is the girls’ last night here).

So that was my day. Please excuse the quick ending, but I believe I’m being missed in the common room!

2 thoughts on “Schindler’s Krakow

  1. I’ve never gotten a haircut abroad. Are you finding postage stamps to be one of your biggest expenses? I’m always surprised at how relatively expensive stamps are. Once in Peru I had a delicious filling breakfast for the equivalent of 33 cents. Then I paid two dollars to mail one post card.

  2. I met a lady on a trip to India (from California) who was one of the many Schindler’s saved. She told me she was in a group of women, without any clothing and her head was shaved. They were taking her to be killed when Schindler saved her. She became a secretary for Schindler. She met her husband in that factory and remained married to him for many years until he died.

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