Back from Poland!

I've just returned from a four day trip to Poland with my daughter, Kerri. We had a grand time, the first father-daughter trip since I accompanied the Girl Scouts to Chicago when she was 10 years old. Long overdue I'd say. We flew from Brussels to Warsaw on WIZZ Air (that alone is an intersting experience, but for $95 round trip I'll elbow my way for a seat any day). Our mission was some final research for my second book which is set largely in Warsaw and Krakow with a final bit up in the Tatra Mountains near the border with Slovakia. Kerri, as those of you who know her will attest, is a determined investigator and we trudged the streets of Warsaw and Krakow checking out resarch details such as, "can you really see Krasinski Sqaure from the windows of the old palace on Dluga Street?" It turns out you can't. So, edit and move on. But we did spot my new "heroine" on the train from Warsaw to Krakow. When the girl operating the refreshment cart poked her head into our compartment Kerri nudged my shoulder and said, "Dad, there's 'Natalia".