Rainy Weekend

Castle, 3city, trainees, rain, cold, waiting, photos, clouds, fines, smiles.

If I would have just 10 words to describe the last weekend, I think these would be the chosen ones.
4 girls left to visit another castle. No princesses and no princes. Just empty repainted rooms with thick walls and historical atmosphere. There were many German, Spanish, or Polish groups of mostly old people with guides to explain every little piece of dust in the castle.

Malbork is a beautiful huge castle. The biggest I’ve ever seen, rebuilt after the wars. The Teutonic Knights built it in the XIII century. This fortified castle became the seat of the Teutonic Order and Europe's largest Gothic fortress.

After taking a tour of the castle, bought some souvenirs as normal tourists, and taken pictures with the strange knights in front on the gate of the castle, left for having lunch in town; now called Malbork, the town is the old Marienburg that some of us heard of it in the history lessons in school. We ate Mediterranean pizza in Andaluzia, an Algerian restaurant.

Through the raindrops we left for Gdansk. First stop: the St. Mary’s church where there was a wedding taking place. Simply beautiful. I’m thinking about finding a catholic guy to marry just for having that beautiful catholic wedding ceremony. (Calm down, just kidding!!!). Any candidates?

In the evening we went to Sopot and took a new look at the funny building, drank a beer, went to a club: Atelier. It was so crowded that we were not allowed to enter... on the front door cause from the beach side, nobody looked. Inside, so many people dancing like crazy and hitting you if you dared to occupy some centimeters to move your body on one of the funny songs such as one called “Superman”.

We left to sleep over Alexander’s place (the Serbian trainee in Reuters in Gdansk), in Gdynia. Once we got in front of the block, he realized he can’t open the front door of the block because there was a broken key in the keyhole. That was his first night in that flat, just rented the same day. After some minutes of repeating, “Oh my God, this can’t be happening! It’s 3 am!!!”, a neighbor opened, swearing us in Polish,
of course. The flat was big enough for Alexander and the 4 Romanian girls. The funny thing was that I was in Poland, visiting a Serbian guy and finding posters with Budapest on his walls. I wonder why Budapest and not another city. For any answer, the comments field is available!!!

After a kebab as breakfast in Gdynia, a walk on the stormy beach in Sopot, we left back home, tired but smiley.