Not having a driver's license, Babcia is not able to go where she wills when she wills. For the last few days, K has been taking the lead, I believe, more or less deciding on the agenda. Today was Babcia's day.
She wanted to visit a friend. Where? I can't recall, and the area doesn't really look familiar at all. There's a restaurant -- karczma it would be called -- that looks like a place near Spytkowice, but I don't think Spytkowice has apartment blocks like that.
So odd to be looking at your own family's pictures but not really knowing much more than a stranger at times.
Playgrounds don't tell you much, but the architecture of the wooden buildings shows that it's still in the general area K grew up, still in the mountains.
Perhaps you should ask K.