Cursed Village

I hoped for snow, but it’s all barren fields, mist and low clouds in Pomeranian Poland. Today we went for the annual family Christmas walk. Every second house in rural Poland seems to be guarded by a vicious dog, or a pack of dogs that runs by the fence, snarling and barking as you walk past.

Staying with my grandfather has been enjoyable thanks to his excellent stories and interesting attitude regarding life in general. Tomorrow I leave for Mazuria. Hope it's colder.