First Day in Poland

I had three flights to get here in Krakow Poland.

It is a popular travel destination where I live but not necessarily a great gateway to most European countries, especially Eastern European countries. Due to flight scheduling and prices I picked an itinerary that had only about an hour layover on both my stops. I know you are thinking I am dumb and asking for trouble but trust me when I say these were the best of the choices so I took a risk. Flights out of my city are frequently delayed for weather in the afternoons and most recently another plane from the same airline caught on fire, as a result the passengers were forced to evacuate using the inflatable slide. But today my first flight goes out without an ounce of drama; as did my first layover. During my layover I don’t have time to explore but I have enough time to use the restroom and buy a snack with time to spare.

Arriving in the first international location is another matter. I had Amsterdam as a layover because I thought from past experience it was an easy airport to get around. I was wrong. And I have only an hour to get to my flight. First they do that thing that many European airports do and board the planes in the middle of a concrete lot, requiring buses to take passengers to and from the terminals. That is such a time waste – in fact the time to deplane and ride the bus was at least 20 minutes, if not more. Once in the terminal it isn’t immediately clear where to go from here. I got from google (the app never updated the gate) that I had to switch gates but I wasn’t aware of how long the immigration line could get (I eventually found a gate board after a few minutes). In immigration Sometimes the short connection line is offered but it is not today as I am told. Waiting in line it doesn’t seem like I am going to make it through in time since the immigration booths are understaffed. As the line slowly moves I learn I am not alone. Many in line are worried about missing our connections but they will still not push us to the front of the line. Probably tired of a group of us whining about missing our flights they move us to a short connection line. I have about 20 minutes or so when I get in this line before my flight leaves the gate so I am not too hopeful it even matters at this point. I get through with about ten minutes to spare and I sprint across the airport many, many gates over. I slow down in short spurts to catch my breath. I finally get to my terminal and my flight has been delayed by 15 minutes, not for us like I was hoping but because wheelchair passengers on the previous flight needed additional time to exit. Hey – I’ll take it. I’m stressed, sweaty and out of breath but I am making my flight and so does my bag. It appears my good travel karma is back (I thought it was lost when I traveled to Portugal last year and all my flights were a disaster).

I arrive in Krakow, Poland and the airport seems simple. I take a minute or two to arrange things before I go look for the train to the city. I download the transportation app (another app!) and buy my ticket. This is where I have one minor mishap. I didn’t fully pay attention to the google. The directions say take the train to a station and then it’s a 12 minute walk to my hotel. I get off at the main train station because somehow I got it in my head that was the correct stop. I am at a busy train station and I walk towards what I think is the exit to town through a mall. I look down at my phone for walking directions since I am close to the exit and it says I have over an hour to walk! Turns out I have gotten off too soon. I walk back to try to get back on the train which I took here but I am having a heck of a time finding the track its on since I only familiarized myself with the route to the hotel, not any of the other train station logistics yet. My original train has a while before it is coming back but I find another one scheduled to go to Zakopane that leaves right now and stops where I need. I hop on thinking I can just buy a ticket on the train. I never figure out how to purchase the ticket but it’s only one stop for me and no one asks me for proof so I guess I’m good. I finally do my 12 minute walk to the hotel where my room is ready so I am happy to unload.

Although I am sleep deprived, jet lagged and dirty I don’t take much time to freshen up since I see it is going to storm later and I won’t have much time to sightsee anyway, so I power through. (Note: The storm later is laughable with light rain and some thunder. I come from Florida so it is hard to impress me with a storm.)

My first plan is the visit the tower and altar at St Mary’s church in the Rynek Square but the tower is closed for the day so I decide to postpone both and sign up for a free walking tour that starts in 30 minutes. I am already exhausted so why not do another 2.5 hours of walking. I think it will be a good introduction to the city and I’ve been on the fence about paying to visit the Wawel castle anyway so hopefully this will convince me.

We actually start in front of the St. Mary’s Basilica. Our guide tells us stories of the construction of the towers and the famous hourly bugle that happens from one of the towers. The stories end up being completely made up. I am finding that Poland has lots of fun legends it tells but most of them are complete nonsense. We get to hear the bugle player a couple times and that is cool. The real story is it was used to open and close the gates of the city back in when it was a fortress.

We learn about some other dark times in Poland’s history (besides WWII) when Poland ceased to exist at all at one point in history. Our guide shows us a historic college that has connections to Copernicus and the former pope John Paul II.

We hike up the hill to Wawel castle to enjoy the views and learn the history. As suspected it has been completed rebuilt from one of its past iterations because it has been destroyed many times. I have castle fatigue so I think I can skip a non original museum but I might return for the cathedral that has many famous poles buried there.

We finish the tour at Wawel and I walk down to see the famous dragon.

I finish off the evening with an Italian dinner (Don’t judge me I’ll be eating polish food non-stop soon) and a walk through cloth hall (MNK Sukiennice). At first glance the cloth hall seems like a tourist trap but after visiting again the next day I think I may be able to pick up an interesting souvenir or two.