We awoke on our final morning in Lubin to another beautiful table of breakfast dishes. Władek made one last quick visit to say goodbye and Anna & Elsżbieta packed us a take away pack of sandwiches, chocolates and cake. Saying goodbye to these beautiful people is never easy. Feniks the cat looked on with satisfaction, as he knew he would not have to share his house anymore.

Damien drove us an hour and 20 mins back to Wrocław, with Amadeusz as our chaperone. We still had 40mins until our bus came and they insisted on coming in and waiting with us. Amadeusz told us that they would “be killed” if they did not stay with us until the last moment. First class service from beginning until the end, even taking our bags for us all the way to the bus ❤️.

Front row seats again for the 3 hour bus trip, Irene had a whole row to herself. Our lunch of packed sandwiches were some of the tastiest we have ever had. The Polskibus trip was uneventful, but comfortable, although the toilet appeared to be locked the entire time.

We met our Uber driver on the rooftop car park near the bus station and he took us to the end of our street in Kraków. Our apartment is right in the heart of the old town. The name of where we are staying is Barbican (and she bloody well can!) and is accessed through a restaurant. Luckily our room is on the first floor as, being a building front the 13th or 14th century, there is no lift. The lady informed us that we could write to the builders if we had any complaints (haha).After freshening up we set out to explore the main square of Kraków. First activity on the list was taking Irene on a horse drawn carriage ride around the old town. The weather was chilly but we were cosy under our blanky in our little white carriage. Although it was only 5:30pm, it felt much later because it was so dark. As luck would have it, it was also the last night of their Christmas markets. We took advantage, ordered mulled wines, and admired the many beautiful stalls. One of the most impressive and creative was a display of rusty tools which turned out to be made entirely of chocolate. These people also apparently have a shop in Warsaw. The street food being cooked smelled and looked delicious but we were reluctant to take our gloves off to enjoy it, as it was so cold. Instead, we found a restaurant advertising traditional Polish food. Here we ordered to share: two types of pierogi and a serve of gołompki, washed down with prosecco. The service was good but the food was not up to our standard (we have been too spoiled with Babcia’s cooking) and served not very hot. We were ready to retire, so we stocked up on supplies and then settled into our new abode for the evening. Dobranoc!