Cracola almost got hit by a motorcycle yesterday. Now, you might say, well, she should have gotten out of the street, but our dear Cracola was on the sidewalk. Here, in lovely and scenic Cracow, they drive on the sidewalks. Drive on the sidewalks, park on the sidewalks and even DOUBLE park on the sidewalks.
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ok, but setting aside the stinky bathroom, lousy food, incomprehensible language, bat shit, Vlad the Impaler as your teacher, Polish rap and motorcylists on the pavement...are you enjoying?
Posted by: Limey | June 21, 2005 at 06:20 PM
Yes, we are having a delightful time.
Posted by: cracow_couture | June 21, 2005 at 06:32 PM