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Today we visited Aunt Z in Ząb (Tooth) -- the highest village in Polska.

A few minutes' walk from Aunt Z's and this is the view:

A storm came in quickly:

It passed and I took a walk in Aunt Z's back yard:

Despite all this -- the beauty, the storm, the intensity of the views -- people continued working as if nothing were out of the ordinary.

And as much as I would like to write more and add more pictures, the family awaits downstairs.

There might not be another update until Monday. We'll see.

Now, I have more important things to do, and you do, too. Go find them!

We could have easily come to southern Poland and not crossed the border into Slovakia and no Pole would say a thing. However, to spend two weeks within 45 kilometers of Zakopane and not spend a day there?! A shame -- no, a sin!

Well, truth be told, Zakopane is packed, packed, packed with tourists, and it's more like a trip to Gatlinburg than anything else. Still, it's Polish Gatlinburg, and that makes all the difference.

We began our day with a walk in Stzazyska Valley. We left little Cousin S behind because she doesn't like to walk so much as she likes to be pushed about in her carriage, and not having another Ergocarrier, it seemed like a potential disaster to have both of them with us.

We didn't get very far before we pulled out the camera. Next to our parking was a herd of sheep. L was so excited she could really hardly stand it.

After a few minutes with the sheep, we finally made it to the trail. It didn't take long for the views to be come awe-inspiring.

This particular valley leads to the base of Giewont, the Sleeping Knight. Legend has it that, in times of national trouble, the knight awakens and defends the homeland.

"Slept well through September of '39," I laughed. "Oh, it's just a legend," K replied, spoiling a perfectly good joke.

Quickly enough, we made it to the base, where the slacker knight is clearly visible.

Well, clearly visible if you know what you're looking for. Perhaps a more conspicuous knight would have been a more effective prophylactic, but that's neither here nor there.

If you look at the picture, you'll see a small cross at the top of the mountain. That's supposed to be his upper lip. To the right of that is an enormous nose -- given the antisemitism of Poland and the accompanying Jewish stereotypes, I'm surprised it's not called the Sleeping Jew. None the less, you'll find the knights eyebrow just to the right of the nose. Come to think of it, the Sleeping Marx Brother might be the most accurate name.

We took the opportunity to take a break and relax a moment while sipping instant coffee (5 zloty) and tea (5 zloty -- regular, not instant), while Older Cousin W had a Sprite (5 zloty -- noticing a pattern?).

Then again, given the fact that things seem to be delivered by horse here might explain the cost. Might.

A quick bathroom stop reminded us that we're in Poland. We paid 20+ zloty for snacks, but we still had to pay a blasted zloty for the bathroom.

"Do you have a zloty?" I asked K when she said she wanted to go to the restroom.

"You have to pay?" she asked.

"Of course we have to pay! We're in Poland!" I said, loudly. In Polish. No one said anything.

I guess that's not much of a converstion starter.

After our break, we began the final 10 minutes to our ultimate destination.

It was impossible to get L to turn around for a picture. Why look at a big stupid camera when you can look at this?

After L had climbed on every rock we'd allowed her (and then back down, and then back up, and then back down, and then back up), we decided we'd better head back or start looking for suitable lodging...

We stopped at the bottom of the trail for a bite to eat and yet another reminder of where we are:

Poles in the States often comment on how relatively little minor thievery there is in the States. A good example (though not in the States) was in Budapest at the biker camp at which K and I stayed. There was a huge refrigerator filled with soda, beer, juice, and water, with a clipboard beside the fridge. The honor system: write down how many of what you take and pay when you check out. K was shocked. "Do you know how many people would pay in Poland?!" she asked.

Even Dziadek noticed and commented on that in America. Things that would have been chained to something -- anything -- immobile in Poland were sitting seemingly out in the open in the States.

This refrigerator was just outside the door of the little kiosk, yet locked. I'd wager that in the States it wouldn't be. Then again, in the States it also wouldn't have beer next to Coke.

After tanking up, we made our way to Zakopane, parking in the main lot under two bridges and making our way through the market -- also under two bridges.

It's a market where you can buy literally freshly-woven (if there is such a thing) socks.

Or buy relatively-ridiculously cheap hand-crocheted table coverings from the craftswoman herself.

They say Poland is getting too expensive for Americans, and it is. The zloty now trades at 2:1 was opposed to the 4.5:1 it used to. Beer no longer costs 75 cents but instead two dollars. Still, we more or less stole this from the woman; she gave it to us for so few groszy. (Or, to be more correct, "groszych".)

And what would the market in Zakopane be without a cheesemonger? On every corner.

Not to mention wooden-toys-leather-hats-cheap-plastic-goods-mongers.

There's a monger for everything here.

These ladies were ticket mongers. Scalpers, in other words. The large building behind them is the loading ramp for an inclined railway to Golbolowka -- we'll be going there Wednesday. They were offering "no-wait" tickets. And the one in the middle disappeared quickly when I began taking pictures.

Odd.

Next stop: Cmentarz Na Paskowym Wierzchu (Cemetery on Paskowy Wierzch), final resting place of more famous former-Podhale residents than you can shake a gofr at.

Not to mention a few unusual gravestones.

We wondered around a bit, pondered our mortality amidst the cries and whines of tired children, then decided it was time for gofry.

Yeah, it's just a waffle with whipped cream and strawberry sauce -- as if you can append "just" to anything with real whipped cream and tangy-sweet strawberry sauce.

We weren't the only ones enjoying a sweet afternoon.

"This place is the best place in all Podhale for gofry," K declared.

We finally found some refrigerator magnets -- a habit Dziadek got us into during his visit.

And K and the kids had their picture taken with the man with the easiest job in all Poland. Get dressed up like an old, bronze statue and move only when someone drops a coin in the can in front of you.