Correction...

So I have to correct my previous blog post. I was informed by my supervisor that it was not chocolate milk I drank but rather buttermilk with sprinkles. Who does that? Poland I guess. Anyways I’m still on the hunt for chocolate milk. I’ll let you know when and if I find any.

First major language goof! Oh well it’s the Lords way to keep me humble and also gives you a good laugh.

Do's and Don'ts

Don’t: So I found out the hard way today that you SHOULD NOT buy and especially don’t drink the so called “Chocolate milk”. While at the store I found some and was so excited. It wasn’t soy but it was the next best thing. I finally got home and opened it and there was the first clue…it wasn’t the color of chocolate milk! It was still white with just small pieces of chocolate floating in it. I thought well maybe it’s just different. Oh was I right but not in a good way. It was really thick and gross. So all to say when in Poland don’t be tempted to drink the chocolate milk. Just wait and get it from the States.

Do’s: Thanks to my wonderful language teacher who daily treats us to yummy snacks during our breaks I found a wonderful type of cookie called Marco. They are shaped moist gingerbread cookies dipped in chocolate. YUMMY! So even though the chocolate milk was a bust the Marco’s I bought made up for it.

You just have to laugh

So as many of you may know. For about the first 3 ½ weeks of me living in Poland I was unable to get or receive mail because I was without a key to my mailbox and zip code. Well I figured if I just waited for the Landlord to give me my mailbox key I then could look on the mail that was left in the mailbox by the pervious resident and get my zip code. It seemed like a good idea until the landlord called Sean my SC and told me that my mailbox never had a key and that it would be my responsibility to find a way to get into my mailbox. So Sean came over and with a coat hanger created a key.

So I finally have a “key”! Next I got into my mailbox to get the mail and finally figure out my zip code. Well every piece of mail in the box had a different zip code on it. So my idea failed at the point. But the good news is Sean and I, with the help of Jessica and Amber found that the zip code was posted on the top of the mail box the whole time.

Looking back it a funny story that you just have to laugh. You have to do that a lot here or the “logic” of Poland will make you go crazy.